Mike Wazowski Scaring Novels & Stories

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.

Author's point of view... After instructing his men, Mike walked out without even turning around. He was sure that Izzy would spit out everything, but to his surprise, there wasn't any kind of response from the girl. Mike stood outside the door anticipating that she would at least scream or protest, but he heard nothing but his men's monstrous laughter. She wasn't pretending dead...! Damn...! Frustrated, Mike hit the wall and called for Abraham. "Tell them to scrum," he commanded in his loud and terrifying voice for those men to leave Izzy alone as he understood that his plan to scare her had already failed as she had fainted.

Insects—crawling, wriggling things—had always been her deepest weakness. With a choked cry, she hurled the candle away. It clattered across the bamboo floor, the flame sputtering but not extinguishing. Her hands shook violently, fingers curling as though still feeling the obscene movement. “I’m scared!” Eloise screamed, her voice raw with disgust and panic. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. “It moved… like a worm! I can’t— I can’t hold it!”

Mike continued, making Jake even more shocked. "I don't understand." "Jake, it seems we are now dealing with strange, tasteless creatures from this world." Mike tried to explain. "What do you mean?" "The man strangled me so hard that my neck felt like it was going to break. I thought I would die. But what's most frightening is when his hands have long, thick fur and claws with long nails like a wild animal!" Mike said, making Jake even more shocked and in disbelief. "Mike, I really don't understand what you're talking about," said Jake, increasingly worried.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

His wolf has completely taken over. But I also know Mike is there and he can hear me. “You are beautiful, “ I whisper and take a careful step towards him. He is the most stunning creature I have ever seen. I hesitate as I continue walking towards him. I outstretch a shaky hand and touch his thick, dark fur. My heart is hammering and I can't even explain why I am so nervous. “I won’t bite you. “ I hear Mike’s voice directly in my mind and I instantly take a step back, pulling my hand away.

So I reasoned. “Ahhh!!! Get out of here! Get off!” I let out a loud scream. Creatures that has eight legs, I leapt to my feet, attempting to brush off the crawling monsters, as I noticed the moose turning around to attack me once more. I grabbed a large branch and began swinging it over my head to scare the moose away, almost forgetting about the spiders.

As I knew things could only head downhill from here, I stood up and made my way in their direction. "If you think you can scare me, Micheal, the you have another thing coming. I won't apologise to your slut, you can—" "My woman is not a slut!" I knew the move was coming, when Mike yelled in an octave that shook the house to its foundation, that was why I was able to grab his hand when it came up, and barrelled down, its destination being his sister's cheek. He looked the scariest when he yanked his hand from both of mine and whirled around to look at me. I staggered backwards in fear as he began to walk towards me.

Mike said, patted his shoulder, and continued his journey. "Mike, that guy is very dangerous. Please avoid him. Don't ever insult him or his blind mother. If you do, you will not live to tell your story," Zico said. "You insulted him?" Mike asked. "No, his mother. I called his mother a witch and he came on me like a tiger," Zico smirked. "Thank you, Zico, I'll try and avoid it," Mike laughed wickedly and waved at him. He had found what he had been looking for. He was happy he met Zico that evening.

Well, that scared me. I looked behind and … “AHHH HOLY SHIT.” I scream as I practically fly out of bed like a bird and ‘perch’ on the floor. “Stay behind me.” He holds the flip flop tightly and tries to face the danger head on. “Ugheh skejwikkl. What is that.” I made incoherent noises of disgust as I was filled with the cringe feeling similar to that of nails on a chalkboard. This might be much more horrifying than any ghost movie I have ever seen.