Mike Wazowski Scaring Novels & Stories

"Mike is not someone to laze around, and we cannot call him at all times. Do you understand that?" She nodded, and I smiled, satisfied, only to look up ahead and find the biggest jumpscare of my life. The kind that left me emotionally depleted. A few steps away from us was none other than Mike . The Mike Lightwood and his lovely wife sucking each other's faces off in the lobby. I didn't wait a single second for my eyes to bleed further; neither did I want Velma to see them.

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

"Not in the least, lover." But Mike couldn't lift his head up. He was suddenly terrified of being accosted by a sea of breasts and ass, quivering pussies and vibrating tongues. "What did you put in these, Sarah?" Mike asked suspiciously. "What do you mean, sweetie?" she asked, sincerely. "I'm...uh... seeing things, I guess," he answered. "Am I allergic to anything that we know of?" She came over and felt his forehead, in full-on mothering mode. "No, nothing. Are you feeling okay?"

He scrolls until he finds what he’s looking for, turning the screen toward us. KC, ever cautious, strides over. "Let me see this first," he insists, a hint of dread in his voice. As he watches, his expression changes, and he gasps, turning his head away in horror. Tjeck, unable to contain himself, lunges for the phone, and a strangled sound escapes him. I feel my legs weaken and lean against Logan for support, the reality crashing down around me. KC and Mike quickly restrain Tjeck, preventing him from launching himself at Zombie.

The chilling atmosphere sent shivers down everyone's spine. The people who waited in line screamed because they felt the presence of evil spirits. They quickly backed away. Sammy and Dom were also frightened, turning pale. They stood close to Wilbur and did not dare to move an inch. "My Ghost Formation Spell will take your life away," yelled Moose. Wilbur sneered and said, "Don't speak so highly of bad voodoo." Moose turned angry from indignation. He yelled in a rageful tone, "Die!" Countless ghosts appeared in an instant. They lunged toward Wilbur with sharp claws.

he started, his voice a low, warning rumble. ​"I said move!" I yelled, my voice cracking with panic and fury as I scrambled backward until the edge of the wooden counter bit sharply into my hips. I threw my hand out, pointing a trembling finger at the giant of a man. "Werewolves are not real! This is a trick. You slipped some kind of drug into that coffee this morning—"

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Mike blurted out. “Nope, and don’t yell. You’ll scare the fish.” “So, you are trying to make me believe that there is some kind of weird, supernatural zoo on the base?” “Yes, because there is. I have seen some of these things, and you would not believe some of them. I don’t believe some of them, and I saw them. I even had a pair of pants shredded by a chupacabra, and I don’t mean the dog-looking one. I am talking about the freaky, flying lizard, kangaroo kind of thing. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life. On the bright side, Wren got me three new pairs of pants to replace the one that was shredded. I think he even felt bad that I had to c

"It's Halloween. You can't just stay indoor, beside we need the inspiration." "Well,I'm not going." "Why?" Gus whined. "This is LA?" Gus stared at me like I had lost my mind. "There's a lot of weirdos here. You'd think someone is dressed as a vampire but no,there are a vampire...or a witch..." "You're over reacting." He titter. "Wait, are you scared of going on the ride?" I paused, slightly embarrassed. "Aren't you?" "It aren't as dramatic as the posters or whatever...if it isn't safe,the government wouldn't allow it to be opened." Gus tried to convince me.

But how was I going to do that when she was so afraid, so reluctant to let me in? As an Alpha, I was used to commanding respect, to having my orders followed without question. But Skye... She wasn't a pack member, she wasn't a werewolf. She was a human, with a human's fears and a human's understanding of the world. And she had been hurt before, I could see it in her eyes. She was wary, scared to trust again. And I couldn't blame her for that either. When I reached the pack house, Michael was waiting for me. His brow was furrowed in worry as he looked at me, clearly sensing my unease. "What happened?" he asked.