One Good Scare Ought To Do It Novels & Stories

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

Amanda just sat there laughing so hard she almost dropped a tear. “A friend of mine once dared I and my roommates to watch a scary movie titled light-out at night with him. And guess what? All along, I thought he had the mind to sleep after seeing the movie but he was more frightened than any of us and since then, it took us time before we could sleep without our light on.” Nelson said eating his food “trust me from that moment, I promised never to watch any scary movie again unless it’s a vampire or ware-wolf movie.” “Why only vampire and ware-wolf movies?” Amanda asked curiously.

‘You're scared,’ I jolted and looked behind me. ‘Yes.’ ‘Good. Stay scared. Fear keeps you fast.’ ‘Was that supposed to make it worse?’ We climbed into the SUV. The engine turned over. And somewhere across the city, in a warehouse that had been waiting many years for this moment… I knew Selene was smiling.

“And if you don’t want to get cooked alive, you’d better listen to Damien and stay away from the metal.” Fucking hell! Reed wasn’t just trying to scare us—he was trying to kill us. Slowly, cruelly, like a cat playing with a mouse before the kill. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my chest, trying to distance myself even further from the walls of the car. My shirt clung to my back, drenched in sweat, and every breath felt like an effort. “This can’t be happening,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “This can’t be real.”

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…

, He had the audacity to yell at us in a 'strong' tone thinking it'd scare us. " Oooh, I m so scared", Scar 'shivered' with a blank face making me laugh even more. I finished laughing and looked down at my phone to see it still ringing Hunter. 'Turn the location on', I mouthed to Scar who nodded her head. "Listen you dumb fools, you are seriously threading on my last nerve right now, so I will cut this short, what did you fucking plan," I said in a scarily calm voice. Silence. I gritted my teeth in anger. These fucking shits.

He said guiltily, "I'm sorry for bothering you, Carol." Caroline shook her head. "It's fine. You may go home first and drive safely." Scott insisted, "You must tell me if he does something bad to you—" "Scott, he won't do anything bad to me!" Caroline interrupted Scott with tears in her eyes. "I'm very scared that he will get into a dangerous situation now!"

Grinning, Abigail teased, "Curious about my trick?" Eagerly, Mobius replied, "Very." Abigail explained, "It's simple. When something scary appears, keep your eyes open. Often, we get scared because we don't fully understand what's happening. But when you see everything clearly, there's no space left for wild imaginations, and you won't feel frightened." Mobius watched the big screen intently, trying to stay calm like Abigail. "You played me! That last scene, with the bloody face, seemed so real. It's like it was right there. How could anyone not be scared?"

normal. That’s when the doorbell rings. I freeze. It’s too early for Erik. He never rings the bell anyway—he has keys. My stomach tightens, fear prickling along my spine. I stand slowly, the towel slipping from my hands to the floor. I don’t move for a few seconds. Then I breathe. It’s okay. You’re safe. You can open the door.

My eyes fell on the phone. Then the window. Then the door. Three choices. All scary. Another loud bang echoed through the room... The lock started to break. I took a breath my heart racing as one scary thought filled my mind: If I do not leave tonight... I might not make it out alive. The door burst open. I had exactly one second to decide. Run... Stay.