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Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

They all found his creepy moans and groans as he drinks his feed's blood like a psychopath. While Rachel cried and kept on puking out of disgut. She witnessed everything. They shouldn't have brought this demon to this world. They shouldn't haave created a way to open a portal to hell. Everyone in this town are driven by madness and greed and power and stupid ambitions. Figuratively and literally speaking, they're all personifications of the word evil. SHANE'S HEART suddenly raced as chills runs down his spine. It's been six hours and they finally reach the entrance of the forest. He slowed down a little.

"Emily, what's wrong?" The girl pointed to the news on TV and said: "There's something scary on TV, I'm scared." Phoebe curiously went out to have a look. On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible.

Anyway, I am going to get myself some snacks before I leave. I stopped when I saw something frightening. Deep orange or yellow eyes looking at me in the dark. I tried to move but my leg felt glued to the place. I heard footsteps and everytime I heard one, those eyes got closer. The vision became clearer as I saw some scary teeth like those of wolves. Is this Beta Hale? Is he trying to kill me? I have no power to fight him, I can't survive this . It's getting closer, oh no! I had no choice than to scream my lungs out.

humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish. The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city. "Do you see anything?" The first scout asked. "I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house. The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind. "Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any nois

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

It was cold midnight, the trees and land were covered with snow. The sound of the breeze seems so terrifying and the twigs of dry trees hit with the window like a witch. It creates a more scary sound. There was a silence around which create a frightful environment. A dim light was coming from a 24 storey building window. A girl of age 18 was drowned in her books, making notes under her study table lamp. She feels tired and closed her books while stretching her arms and check the time on her wristwatch. She immediately summed up all her notes and books at the side of her desk when a loud splash on her room window scared her. She opens the window to check but couldn't find anything except the

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

Or if the weather was on the colder side, we’d sit deep within the woods hurtled around a warm campfire, marshmallows burning and scary stories flowing allowed tears to well in my eyes. Back then some story of a monster hiding in a cabin ready to eat people was the most frightening thing I had heard, but I was unaware of the real nightmare I would be faced with, I didn’t have a monster in a cabin hunting me, but a real life monster who was sat around that once happy campfire.