Make A Scary Story Novels & Stories

came out and appears in front of her. "Arra...come to me. I've been waiting on you for so long," said the scary man with a deep voice. "Go away! Please, go away! Daddy! Help me!" she screamed so loud. Hoping that someone can hear her voice. Her body was shaking in fear as she silently chanting a prayer. A minute had passed and she didn't hear the voice again. She wants to open her eyes to check if the scary man was still there but she couldn't do it. Afraid that once she opens her eyes she will only discover that the man was still there and still staring at her with a creepy look.

I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to look away. The bushes rustled again, and I saw it—a big, shadowy figure, its eyes gleaming in the dark. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, its form vague and indistinct, but its presence unmistakable. I screamed, my voice high and piercing, my body finally responding to the terror that had seized me. I turned and ran, my mind filled with images of the monster, its growl echoing in my ears. Fiona’s house was my only sanctuary, and I sprinted towards it, not daring to look back. I reached the door, fumbling with the keys before bursting inside, my breath ragged and tears streaming down my face.

If the door was unlocked, they could have gone out and survived. I saw Jia glance at the empty seat beside me. I suddenly felt a chill. Dang. Don't tell me... One of their friends broke the chilling silence and scolded the storyteller. "Damn. Why are you telling such a spooky story this time? We are here to club!"

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

As I drift of to sleep, I can hear the faint voice in my head say goodnight. ----- CRACK. I sit up straight in bed, as the blinding flash of lightning strikes followed by the crack of thunder. A scream escaped my lips before I could shove it back down. The lightning looked really close outside the window, making it even more scary. My door swung open, and Declan bursted inside. His claws and teeth were elongated, and his eyes were fully black looking ready to pounce. He was also very underdressed, and even with the scary sight of his claws and teeth, my eyes couldn't help but travel the length of his body.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

said Liam in a teasing tone. “Will you ever stop? You are a really really mean guy. Let’s not continue our friendship!” said Sky in a furious tone but he knew that there is one guy who is stronger than anyone and will not hesitate to break his bones if he won’t conclude his story soon, so he continued with his story immediately. “So, as I was not really well and we were watching a horror movie. I got a tiny bit scared” said Sky casually with a small awkward laugh while showing a tiny space between his thumb and forefinger.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

He is smart tho but immature to think I will fall for his tricks and lies. " Strange beings? Like the ones in the movie?" I asked pretending to be scared " Yes, like the ones in horror movies with long nails that dig into the skin deeply and scary face" he said and I imagine the strange beings digging their long nails on someone skill and the scene is so scary. It's just an illusion, I don't have to believe everything he says. He is just trying to create fear and panic on my mind. " They really look so scary" I said pretending to be very scared.