One Good Scare Ought To Do It Novels & Stories

He avoids the elbow aimed at his ribs, tightening his fingers with a warning glare. Xel recommends as he plops on the other side of the couch. "Train to Busan. The second one." "That's not scary enough. Let's go with the walking dead." A shiver runs down your spine. You've heard stories of how scary that movie is. Not to mention it had found its way as one of the top three must watch, this year. If heaven does exist, then it better hear your silent prayers. You were never been a fan of horror.

Maybe she is the crazy one. Lacey just keeps telling herself that there is nothing that she needs to be afraid of. There is no reason to worry about anything, because everything is and will be just fine. This is not one of those lame horror movies where something is going to jump out of the darkness at her. All that is out there in the inky blackness is snow.

She marched across the room like she’d just won some argument in her head before it even started. “Completely, absolutely wrong. You’re acting like a villain revealed in a bad movie. ‘Look at me, I’m scary, fear me.’ No. I’ve seen scary. You’re not it. You’re… intense… different, sure, but different doesn’t equal monster. If anything, it makes people pay attention.” I rolled my eyes. “You screamed, Cass. Then you puked. That’s not exactly ‘paying attention.’”

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

“What? Is that because I didn’t attend your brother’s funeral! I mean, you must have heard that I was in a rough situation myself.” I said calmly, but he took a few steps toward me and I just stood there blowing smoke waiting for him. “How could you talk about this simply, you can’t take this situation lightly, motherfucker. What you did back there fucked us all.” The man said in a choked voice and for a second I felt there was a hint of fear in it. He was scared, and that made me frown. Scared people act before thinking, never fight a scared or hurt dog, they go rabid and kill everyone, including themselves.

I can't feel them. Sometimes I ask myself if I put a bullet in my leg would I even cry. It's like I'm dead inside. Except last night on the back of Zero's bike, I felt something breathe life in me. I have no idea what it is but it's scary. I don't trust scary. The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car.

But I try anyway. “I’m so sick and tired of being scared, Amara. It’s like every time I want to accept something good now, I think about it being ripped away from me again. It makes me not want to have anything good at all,” I admit. She shakes her head. “Don’t think about what you’re afraid of. Think about what it is that you actually want. Pretend as though there are no scary twists waiting to surprise you. Do you want to be a true member of this pack?”

Right now when I was probably not even safe, it hits me that I ran further than I had intended to. I don’t know whether it was real or just my scared imagination but I started hearing a second set of paws. Blue pushes us harder, afraid to look behind us. The one mistake that people do in horror movies is looking behind them. I wasn’t about to do that, because it distracts a person. Whoever the wolf was, was beginning to gain on us. “You have to hurry Blue” I plead. There was no way in hell would I let us get attacked. Again.

Scarlett’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality as I looked up at her and I could see that she was genuinely concerned about me. Her brows drew together in a frown and her coffee cup had already been set aside as she moved closer to me, “what’s going on?” She asked and I sighed. “I’m just scared of how good everything seems,” I confessed, “it almost feels too good to be true and I feel like there’s something lurking in the corner and that thing would try to ruin everything.” I finished. Scarlett smiled as she took my hand in hers, “that’s just your fear speaking and it’s totally normal considering everything that happened.” She paused.

Only the ring of hammer on steel. Her claws ached beneath her skin, begging to break through. Later, as the sun tipped toward noon, Sabrina followed Raven to the far side of camp and her blond pigtails bounced with her steps, but her expression was pinched with worry. “They’re just… scared,” Sabrina said, biting her lip. “That’s all this is, as fear makes people stupid.” Raven dropped her weight heavily onto a stone slab, arms crossed. “Scared people don’t whisper like that, scared people don’t stop looking you in the eye and also scared people don't grab their knives when you pass.”