Novel & Cerita Pale Lady Scary Story

I told Sy, she nodded, and immediately settled herself, “What can I do with this?” “First, tell me what, when, how and where did it happen, so I can identify which solution we should do,” I nodded, “Okay, you’re aware that we went to the pacifico woods, right?” she nodded, “We were doing our second game, and then, I just wash my face and hands on the nearby lake, then I suddenly felt a force, pulling me into the water, when I open my eyes, an old lady was in front of me, she was wearing a medieval dress, like, she was some kind of sorcerer, like what we’re watching on movies, then she kept telling me odd words,”

He looked scary, like a monster about to devour it's prey. I felt the slap before I saw it. It cut across one corner of my face to the other and I lost balance and fell. Before I could say "jack," he was done. His retreating figure moving so fast as if in a hurry.I didn't care about the ruining my mascara and Catherine's hardwork. I let the tears flow freely and didn't for one moment bother to pick myself up from where I was sprawled on the floor. A group of ladies walked by me, they were whispering things I could barely hear and their mocking laughter trailed behind them as they walked passed me. I was already blaming myself for my lack of discipline which contributed greatly to this partic

Upon a closer look, the lady with the low ponytail couldn’t help but gasp and become silent right away… That was because it really looked like Xyla didn’t have any makeup on… Indeed, she didn’t. After checking out the mystical crane for a while, Xyla and Ron started walking toward a cabbage sculpture far away. After watching Xyla leave, the lady with long hair immediately rolled her eyes at the lady with the low ponytail. “Are you embarrassed now? She really doesn’t have makeup on…” The lady with the low ponytail coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t think… She really doesn’t have makeup on. Even so, she still looks very pretty. Isn’t that a little unfair?”

she argued, trying to lure out whoever were lurking behind the macabre wide stems of the trees and seemingly playing hide and seek with her. Great! If only she had not rushed here alone, and waited for Lord Dynirho to fetch her at their home, she wouldn’t have had to face such unpredictable danger such as this. But as the old proverbs goes saying, regrets only comes after things had turned out badly as we expected them to be and there was no way we can undo them. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhot! Lady Francesca literally stopped breathing when she heard the sound of an arrow being released from her behind. Someone had shoot it.

It seemed she finished her task without any strange incident. “YES!” Linda said to herself. “I’ll pass my subjects this sem!” All of a sudden, something cold landed on her shoulder. All the hairs on her arms stood on end while a sudden dread fell upon her whole being. She turned around… There was a very pale hand on her dress... And right beside her was the white ghost. Slightly behind and to her right was the “creature” that she saw by the Fountain. Its eyes had a blank expression and its stare pierced through Linda. It had no expression in its face, with absolutely pale skin and long hair...

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

The lady walked in slowly, wearing a long sleeve pushed carelessly up her arm, revealing the tattoo: a thin black needle threading through the skin, beneath it the scar. “You don't scream,” the woman's voice hissed. “Screaming makes it worse.” Ariel had tried not to, biting down so hard she tasted her own blood. Still the fear slipped out of her in every breath she took, her body trembling violently and the chair rattled beneath her. Everything seemed to move faster and then she saw flashes, her hands were gripped tightly. The echoes of men laughing and the cold gaze of the lady never left her face, burning her chest and skin.

She looked up at the bloody lady and started screaming her head off. "The dungeon rules said no lies! You lied to me?! That's impossible! The rules apply to players and monsters! You're not allowed to lie at all!" The bloody lady stepped out of the elevator with zero expression. She walked right up to Alison and leaned close to her ear. "I didn't lie. Saying my name really does make me normal again… But… When I'm not normal, I'm the bloody lady trapped in the elevator." She stood over Alison, the harsh white light stretching her shadow out behind her like a monster from a nightmare you couldn't wake up from, swallowing everything in its path.

******************* Inside the silent, vibrant tree room, a Lady is sleeping soundlessly while the other Lady is waiting for her to be awake, looking at her peaceful sleeping face. Until the sleeping Lady starts to sweat, turns pale, and breathes hard. This view causes the other Lady to be alarm. Her body jolts as she starts to shake the unconscious Lady's cold body, "Lady Iris! Please wake up!" The woman named Iris was groaning in pain while suffering in her nightmares. However, the other Lady gives up from shaking her body and decides to smack her on the left cheek. 'Pak' "Gasp! Ouch!" Lady Iris is brought back to her senses. Her body yelp in surprise at the sudden contact, and for a few s

Lady Piia looked away from me, breathing deeply. It was like that night at the humming temple. If lady Piia didn’t believe me, I knew I would be fucked twenty ways to Sunday. I made a motion to grab for her. The green glow in her body flared suddenly, puling away from her body and wrapping around my hand. Lady Piia screamed, fear contorting her features into something grotesque. I froze like a deer in headlights. Lady Piia, a powerful witch, was afraid of me. As I looked around the women in white all staring at us with eyes as wide as saucers, I saw the same emotion mirrored on their gazes.