Mlp Scary Novels & Stories

“No thanks.” Malik shifted in his seat. “I grew up here,” he said. “Half the kids in my class swore they saw something in the woods at least once. We told ghost stories about the ‘Silver Pack’ under the bleachers.” He shrugged. “I always thought they were just… stories. Now I know better. I’m not scared. I just… don’t want to screw this up.” His eyes met mine. “If we’re going to live side by side,” he said, “I’d rather we have this—” he tapped the papers “—than secrets and panic.”

" Mirabel said in a rush before the phone hung up. A sad smile formed on Laura's lips. The cold was beginning to brush her skin and that was an added problem to her current predicament. She walked over to a spot under a nearby tree and sat down, leaning her back against it. Different scary thoughts came into her mind, like spiders, snakes, scorpions or worse ghosts, monsters! She had heard, read and watched about them but she didn't know if they were real. The thought made her shudder. She scolded herself for watching horror movies and promised herself not to try them again, ever! When the cold was beginning to get a bit chilly, another call came into her phone and she glanced at the screen,

his voice was almost exhausted. My heartbeat increased—I could almost hear it. It was a moment where I wished I could run or just disappear, but that was impossible now. My body froze as she got closer, my head bowed down a little, trying to escape her scary eyes piercing through me. “Heads up, maid!” Her sharp voice sliced through my panic. I swallowed hard and lifted my head. The moment our eyes met, she was in shock. Her eyes went wide open like she was in shock. For a split second, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

The kidnapper flew backward with a bleeding mouth. Mario hurried away. Before leaving the room, he glanced back at Skylar. He saw how terrifying that man looked at that moment. "Damn, what kind of monster are you, really?" Mario thought, shivering. ***

Of course, Malcolm only valued the friendship with Julian, Terence, and Sergio. Every month, Malcolm would have the nightmare of that night once. That nightmare was like a devil's claw and held him tightly. It would not let him go until he was dragged into the bottomless abyss. And then, Marilyn appeared. Julian suddenly thought of a saying, "There is always one thing to conquer another. Scorpions are afraid of roosters, and seedlings are afraid of mole crickets! It seems that Malcolm obtains a lifebuoy when he is in the water."

That was when she realized they were in an awkward position, so Molly felt both scared and embarrassed. "I didn't know you're afraid of ghosts, Dr. May." Sean smiled and joked with her as he was intrigued when he saw her like this. 'Normally, she'd be strong and firm as if she was undefeatable.' 'Turns out, she has her fears too.' Obviously, Molly did not admit to it. She just closed her eyes and looked away. "I-I'm not afraid! I just... think it's too ugly! Yeah, it's too ugly, so ugly that I don't even want to look at them."

After we’d left. A cold, greasy dread slithered down my spine. “Lorenzo,” I said, my voice strangled. He looked up, his eyes sharpening at my tone. “What is it?” I turned the laptop around. He watched the ten-second clip, his face going utterly blank. The storm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a flat, dead calm that was more terrifying than any anger. “They were in the house,” he said, his voice devoid of inflection. It wasn’t a question.

I asks and they both nods. “Yes, why?” “How the f*ck is that someone f*cking saw me while I was f*cking unconscious!? When in fact, I am inside your f*cking unit, Moli!” I freaked out. Their eyes widened upon realization hits the three of us. “Sh*t!” Moli cussed. “F*ck!” Jill cursed. “Right!? Now, explained that to me,” I scoffed. “You're not coming back in Moli's condo unit.”

He gives me the creeps, I don't think I can ever recover from what happened at that club. The way we were mistreated and the way some of us were killed like animals, this man is a monster. “Wh–how–what are you doing here?” I finally got my tongue back. He smiled again, sending shivers down my spine. The scar on his face makes him look like joker and its fucking scary. “I want you Malysh.” My heart plummeted to my stomach when he uttered those words. Is he here to kidnap me and sell me off again?

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."