Mlp Scary Novels & Stories

It really overturned his outlook on life. The young star soul again said to the king of killers, “Annihilate isn’t that scary. The scariest thing is, after dissecting, throw a person into the maggots and let the maggots swallow them to death. You can imagine the scene of countless maggots swarming into your body and devouring you!” “No! No!” Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin.

I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste the faint, metallic tang of blood. “If he knows,” I murmured, my voice trembling with a dark realization, “then he’s not just bracing for a skirmish. He’s preparing for an all-out war. If this 'Puppet Master' is a ghost from that extinction, then whatever attack is coming won't just be a show of force, it’ll be a massacre. He’s been hiding the scale of the threat from me to keep me quiet.” Not a moment after the words left my lips, my phone screamed to life in my hand. I gasped, nearly dropping it as the name ‘MALCOLM’ flashed across the screen in bold, haunting letters.

“I just hope nothing will make me doubt his devotion to us again.” Very soon, we all sat in Malcolm’s living room, watching a horror movie together. Malcolm and Melinda are seated in a couch and are tightly clinging to each other, while Sienna and I held ourselves tightly on another couch. Melinda had suggested we turn off the lights and shut the blinds to make the room dark and give it a horrifying vibe, just like they do in movies. I had readily accepted, thinking that it was no big deal, but right now, I'm regretting it, as I’ve been screaming nonstop for over thirty minutes.

She broke down; consumed by the exact same cold feeling that came over her when she saw it. "What did its face look like Molly?" "Like a monster. I was standing there and I was staring at a monster. I have never seen anything more scary in my entire life. Its eyes, the way it was looking at me, it was so angry, it just wanted to hurt me. And when I tried to run away and it grabbed me, I got so scared I died even before it killed me. I got so scared," Molly said and burst into tears and Det. Brighton got up from the other end of the table and went to sit down next to her; holding her close in comfort.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!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.

She was literally shaking as she said that statement and noticing her fear, Elias quickly shook his head in the negative. “I don't. Don't be scared. I'm in my building and nothing is going to happen here so there's no need to carry a gun with me, okay?” “I've watched a similar movie like this and that's why I'm scared.” “What movie?” “In the movie, the ML is a bad person. I don't know how to put this but he's almost like you just like you who carries a gun wherever he goes and he enjoys killing people and then he met the FL and do you know what he did to her after a year?” rummaging her brain to collect the memories of the movie she had watched some months back before coming to stay with her

Hands twitching. Eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. No. Not yet. Scarlett reached the upper platform. The neural core hung above the lab like a beating artificial heart. Blue light pulsed through wires stretching into every pod. Evelyn stood beside it. Perfectly calm. Perfectly terrifying. Her gaze met Scarlett's. "You still don't understand." Scarlett's voice shook with anger. "Then explain." Evelyn's eyes glittered. "This world creates monsters through pain."

Clearly, everyone is on edge and not feeling very cheery because, under different circumstances, we would all be laughing right now. It’s only then that I notice something shady inside the dislodged box. “Guys, wait!” The crate is marked with huge red letters — ML — dusty, and sealed with brittle tape that cracks like dry skin as I ajar it further. The stench isn’t fresh — there is no blood, no rot — but something old and sour hangs in the air, like ancient dust laced with forgotten death. “Holy fuck,” Axel heaves.

I yell, looking at the house. "As soon as you hung up the phone, guns went off, shot up everything. Some things inside are broken from the bullets that entered the house, but this came out of nowhere." Mom says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fuck! Fucking Scarfaces!" I scream, pacing around, anger filling me to the brim. "Scarfaces? Who're the Scarefaces?" Kyla asks, confused. "It's what Malcom calls his people. He's the Scarface." Mother explains to her.

“It’s not just me. That is a dead fish. With blood. On my floor!” Malik blinked. “Yeah, no argument here.” Behind him, Avery appeared, then Damien, then Liam—like a clown car of nosy teammates. Each one of them froze at the sight. “Okay,” Avery said carefully. “That’s… creepy.” “Creepy?” I squeaked. “Try terrifying!” Mason cut in, voice sharp. “Everyone out.” “No way,” Malik said, stepping inside. “Someone left a horror-movie prop in our room and you expect us to—”