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I grinned. Rina snorted. “I’m a little annoyed by people trying to turn classic literature into horror shit.” Kimi and I looked at her in surprise. “So, you prefer pure horror?” I asked. Rina rolled her eyes. “Have you met your sister? She’s all about the jump scares and psychological thrillers.” I wrinkled my nose. “So is your brother. I’m not going to lie, Blood and Chocolate and Warm Bodies were a compromise. As was Shaun of the Dead.”

“Oh God!” Out of everything that I’d learned after turning into a vampire, the stories of the Elders and their Death Squad had scared me the most. Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death.

I wanted to know everything "You won't only meet wolves but also faeries, witches, hunters, and Vampires from royal families. There would be nothing to be scared of." I snorted. "Why would I be scared of them? You said they are royal. Just don't let Vampires bite me. " Mere thought of seeing their fangs sent a shiver down my spine. I have heard stories from Jack uncle. They're dangerous and can hypnotize you. "They're far different from the stories Charles has told you. Are you getting me, kiddo?" He asked.

yelled Tania. "Come on, Luna. Don't be a loser, hahaha!" taunted Max. "Shut the fuck off, Max!" shouted Luna in annoyance. Max never held his tongue. Luna picked up her scarf and put it on while looking around. The cold air strangely hit the girl's face. Max switched on his phone and started their live TikTok session. Max pointed the camera at his friends one by one. The audience began to enter the live room. Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!"

So I’m not such a wonderful human being. Take an example of baby child. While crying or in scary situations, we mostly tell them good stories or by words or actions, if you can't make it you can't be good parent. Similarly, every scared person need answers to be quiet otherwise on the last saturation point you should let go the people by their way or confront their scare or doubts. Ultimately, evert life is different but only we can make it simpler or complicated.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I try not to look at her when I ask. “Oh yeah, I have them a lot. Especially right after I watch a scary movie, even though mom says I should have out grown that by now. My brother Dillon is always forcing me to watch them when mom's at work. I can’t wait till he moves out this winter.” “That sucks. Why is he so mean to you?”

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.