Online Scary Stories Novels & Stories

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

I bolted my door shut and rested my back behind it. My mind seemed to be in shambles as it tried to wrap around the things that had happened. I sat down on the floor of my room and tucked my knees in front of me. Screams and cries echoed throughout the castle and in response, I placed my hands over my ears to try and silence them. The things William said to me were not merely scary stories that mothers told their children— they are real. This is the reason my father is scared of them. They are not like us— they are the blood drinkers.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

He utter with a frightening face. "You should learn how to control your eating habits in terms of like this. Aurora added noticing how hungry he was that his stomach began to rumbling. "Who's ready for a scary folktales? Scarlett ask as everyone raise up their hands. "Okay... Okay... Okay! Not so fast, so here it goes. "I will be starting with the tales of a " four friends" once upon a time, there was this four friends who school in a boarding school. The first friend where so obsessed in finding out something he saw at the school earlier so he woke his four friends up as they follow him to the place. Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because th

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

“What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!” “The scarier, the better.” “You might change your mind afterward.” “Come on Grandpa, quit teasing me and tell the story!” “Precious, truly, I’m not teasing. I don’t want you to have nightmares because of me. Besides, this is about teenage boys and when they’re by themselves, they use colorful language. Your mom and dad won’t be happy with me.” “I watch scary stuff all the time on TV and the internet. I don’t have nightmares and Grandpa... I go to school with teenage boys, I know how they talk.”

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.