One Good Scare Ought To Do It Novels & Stories

“You should keep it low you don’t want people running out of here thinking I am here to do something bad to them.” “Silly…” The movie started soon and the exciting voices of the people filled the room. My hand moved and hugged his hand, I hid my face in his hand as I hugged his hand while my body winched at the terrifying scene that just appeared on the screen. I know our creatures are scary but I think this is scarier than ours, a ghost, I was never fond of it and it makes me so uncomfortable but it’s allowing me to be closer to Brake. “Maybe, we shouldn't watch this…” Brake’s voice was filled with worry, I shook my head.

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

“Yah, Zach says it’s wong to huwt giwls and weak wolves.” Oh sure, I tell him that for days on end, and my words mean nothing. His little friend tells him once, and suddenly it’s gospel. “He says his daddy hit his mommy all the time, it made huh cwy. Zach says it was weally bad, and it scawed him.” “Right. We shouldn't scare people. It's wrong.” “But you made that man scawed last night.” “Yes, I know,” I say and sit down, crossing my legs under me. “One day, you’ll understand the difference. Sometimes, we need to scare and hurt people, bad people, but most of the time, we don’t.”

With a grateful grin, Malea asked me what movie options were available. "We could watch something scary or something else you'd like to watch. I have it all." Malea contemplated this for a while. "Okay fine. Let's watch the movie that'll most likely give me a heart attack. You only live once, right?" "Scary is what we'll watch then." I motioned for one of the maids to run the movie and it began with a chilling darkness. After it began, the maid, Gerta scurried away. She always told me about how much she abhorred scary movies. It's funny when I see other people's perspectives on things I love.

I say, rolling my eyes. She laughs softly, walking towards the egg chair and sitting, her back straight. “Au contraire, mon ami. Scaring someone versus threatening someone are completely different things. Scaring someone is instilling fear, make them nervous, make them panic. Threatening them on the other hand, is more like a warning. Unlike with just scaring them, where you’re happy with just making them nervous, a threat is step one of a plan that has way more steps. A threat is a ‘Be careful, we’re coming.”

My heart started beating, what if those things are real and they come to eat me? Just a movie, calm down. That is what they all said. The next thing they knew, some weird creature is jumping out of nowhere and eating their organs!… I shouted at my subconscious. That's why it's a scary movie, gain some courage. Tell that to Madison, who had a demon finger her, and then he ate her breast! What if my breasts get eaten too! Marilyn, remember what Vee said? Think of something else that you want most or you have once experienced, and everything will be okay.

I didn’t dare to breathe, listening for that mumbling with every muscle tightened up like I would hear any better if I suffocated. "Are you insane? We can’t do that! We scared her; lesson learned! Now, we go back!" "And what? Just laugh it all off? Look at her, bloody, dirty, and unconscious! What do you think will happen to us now? Huh? We need to make her disappear! " "We can't just kill her! We were supposed to scare her!"

It forced me to let out a little scream of terror, turning to the side covering my ears, and closing my eyes. Gordon was being pretty scary right now and thought his reason was valid. He's scaring me in a really bad way now, someone should please help calm him down before he gets to kill me. I believe he has been looking for this opportunity, and now he got it, he's not letting it go, is he?

Taranis said as we stepped out of the car, “next time, we’re choosing the movie. Something with no ghosts, no jump scares. Something calm.” I laughed. “Like a documentary on paint drying?” “Exactly,” he said, looping his arm through mine. I glanced up at Taranis, his eyes shining in the dim parking lot light, and realized that some of the scariest moments made the best memories—especially when shared with him.

“Hahaha! These scumbags are experiencing psychological trauma!” “Is there a need to ask? They were so scared that they didn’t even dare to get out of the car! I think they might be scared to death!” “But this time, they seemed to be scaring themselves. Grimm still has some guts!” “Based on my experience, when watching a death broadcast, you can’t say anything too early!” “That’s right. The results might be beyond everyone’s imagination. That’s what happened in the previous episodes!”