Penpal Horror Book Novels & Stories

At least with the trusty young librarian. “How about something scary?” I look at the mom before handing her the book we had already discussed while the child had been in class. “Is it too scary?” The girl pulls her hands back and turns to her mother. “Is just a little bit.” I place the book on the counter and wait for her to make the decision. “Or there’s a not scary one I think you’d like.” I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Ghosts.

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Was someone looking for something? But she had nothing! She heard the clank of metal. “Hello? Is someone in here?” Penny asked and closed her eyes, cringing. How stupid was she? That was a recipe for getting killed. After watching many horror movies, she should have known better. A hooded figure stepped out from the dark corner of her room with an object that glinted. Could it be Drew? The man looked taller and bigger than Drew. Her fingers quickly dialled Killian’s number.

The silence of the morning carried the same hollow stillness that had followed the blaze fifteen years ago—the day smoke devoured the sky and stole everything she had known. She forced her hands to keep moving. Order was comforting. Order was safe. “Clara, did you see this?” The voice exploded into the quiet like a burst of color. Lena Torres rushed toward the counter, apron dusted in flour, curls bouncing with energy. She smelled faintly of cinnamon and sugar, the scent following her everywhere like an aura of warmth. Clara allowed a small smile. “Good morning to you too.” “Forget good morning.” Lena held up a small leather-bound book, its cover faded nearly to gray. “Tell me this doesn’t l

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

My fingers run along the scribble feeling how hard he must have pushed the pen into the paper. When I flip the page, my jaw falls. “Harvest Moon.” Then there is a horribly drawn picture of what I’m guessing is a red wolf. My eyes water, thinking back over what memories I’ve gained with the help of the witches. It isn’t anywhere near enough though. I need Skip, in front of me to get answers. The next few pages are somewhat nonsensical, but a puzzle I’m determined to break. I take the book back out to the living room area, where I pace the room staring at the pages.

Raven couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store for her in this mysterious encounter with Adaora. As she reached out to grab the book, her heart skipped a beat. It was the one she had been searching for, The Night Watcher and The Vampire. She breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped open the book, eager to delve into its contents and find the answers she was looking for. The previous night, she had only briefly glimpsed at the title, without taking the time to look at the book's content. As Raven perused the pages, she couldn't help but notice that the vast collection of books that surrounded her were paranormal books.

It might be too tiny to notice its disappearance. I sat at the edge of the fountain and began flipping through the pages of the book. Dust rose like ash in the air, clinging to my fingers and filling my nose. Each page held strange drawings and markings, sigils of packs and accounts of battles so old even the elders of the packs no longer spoke of them. But nothing spoke directly of rheagal…nor Penelope. So why would her father want her to get this book? Frustrated, I flipped harder, pages snapping under my fingertips, until my hand reached for the envelope in my pocket.