Mike Wazowski Scaring Novels & Stories

“I don’t know, Luna Ava. I’ve seen some weird stuff in my time. You can’t always explain everything with logic.” “Like what?” Chris asked, shooting Mike an intrigued look that left me a bit taken aback. Mike’s expression grew more serious, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Well, I grew up in a haunted house. No joke.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I took a bite of my pot pie. “Come on, Mike. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “No, really,” he insisted, leaning closer. “Things would move on their own, and we would hear voices at night. Sometimes we would see shadowy figures in the hallways. It got so bad that my parents had to get a medium to cleanse the place.”

Mike chuckled, though his scent carried a trace of lingering drowsiness. "The next time you decide to execute a physical warning, send my tracking squad to do the heavy lifting. Why risk your own skin? If someone had checked you into a wall, the pup could have suffered." "How could a creature like Nora ever threaten my balance?" I countered, setting my keys on the counter. "In our world, staying quiet and letting a parasite bleed you dry is what actually destroys a child's future." "Haha! True enough. But a few slaps in a hallway isn't going to clear the entire debt," Mike sighed, his playfulness fading. "This is just the opening skirmish, isn't it?"

I open my mouth, but no words come. The hallway light illuminates everything. Every stain on the sheets. Every mark on my skin. The way Richard’s hand is holding mine like he has no intention of letting go. Becca’s eyes fill with tears. And I realize that the most terrifying thing isn’t being caught. It’s that even now, even with my best friend standing in the doorway, heart breaking in real time, I can feel Richard’s cock pulse inside me. And my body clenches back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It would only put him in a bad mood. "Daddy, I want to ride the roller coaster!" Mike exclaimed while pointing at the iron snake that was twisting and turning on the track. There was a scream from the passengers up there. Gina had a sinking feeling in her heart as she watched the ride. She didn't have to ride, did she? Just imagining it made her sick. Mike secretly glanced at the change on Gina's face. Although she still looked calm, there was a drop of sweat falling on those delicate temples. Miss Treyvon is afraid of roller coasters? A wicked smile then crossed the small face.

Towards the end when it got even scarier, Jake grabbed my arm and Van turned to look at me. "You ok?" I whispered, teasing. "Shut up." Van whispered back. The movie finally ended and we sat there for a moment as the lights came back up. "That was literally the scariest movie I have ever seen." I commented and they both nodded. We gathered up our trash and Jake grabbed the monkey. We walked out of the theatre and dumped our trash in the can. Then I took the monkey from Jake. "I might need to borrow the monkey tonight so I don't have nightmares." Jake joked as he handed it back to me. Van and I chuckled.

He laughed and slammed the door shut in our faces. I snorted at his acts. As if we were going to get back inside with him. What did he think he was? "I can't believe we have to swim through this." Mia shuddered. "This looks unhealthy." I nodded. The water was black in color but I knew that wasn't what Mia was worried about. She was scared of falling sick because of germs. If it was about the color, we would change our clothes after getting to the other side. "Microbes, germs and diseases aren't your problem again, Mia. You are a werewolf now, remember?"

Shock had given way to disbelief and then, unexpectedly, to curiosity. Even now, although he still had trouble wrapping his head around some of it, it was no longer as farfetched as in the beginning. He'd never seen a werewolf in real life until the night he'd been standing in his backyard and gotten the shock of his life. Watching Mike shift had blown his mind, and it sure wasn't something he talked about. That had been a real wow! moment.

Moana I was so utterly, unbelievably stunned by Michael’s cruel ‘proposition’ and his rough mannerisms during our dance that I was frozen to my spot. Even as he walked away and disappeared into the crowd, I still felt as though my heart would beat straight out of my chest. I could already feel the vomit bubbling up in my throat from the fear, which was the only thing that got me moving. I quickly ran to the bathroom, which was thankfully empty. Tears welled up in my eyes as I burst into one of the stalls and doubled over.

One boy asked. "Jeez! Your scream is bone chilling, what are you screaming for?" Another asked. "Talk to us dude." Another boy pressed on. Mike's chest heaved up and down in fright, as though he just completed a double marathon. "I… saw….a… ehm… wo…." Michael stuttered. "Jeez! I thought you are brave to face the devil, stop stuttering and tell us what freaked you out." A kid with a beak mouth snapped.

“Besides my mom. And to further emasculate myself, I have a fear of monkeys.” “Why?” “I think it stems from The Wizard of Oz and those damn flyin’ monkeys. My brothers found out my fear and used to torture me, tyin’ me to a chair and replayin’ those scenes with the flyin’ monkeys over and over. Same goes for Planet of the Apes. Then when I was older I read a short story about a possessed toy monkey—you know the kind that you wind up and it plays the cymbals?—this monkey had the power to make people kill and go crazy.” He shuddered. “Not cute and cuddly creatures. Hairy overgrown rats, that’s what they are.”