Reading Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

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.

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

She then continues. “They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear them. That you dreamed of them. You dreamed of something to fear yourself, by letting your mind wander with innocence. Maybe it’s the sharp teeth and beast eyes that bring you chills in the night. Their laughing moans cease you from a peaceful sleep. Or maybe, just maybe, the only reason why you’re scared is that you know what those monsters are. You know the laughter all too well because you remember doing it. You remember the taunting so well that you dreamed about it. You know the cold steel beams because you remember touching them. And you know that scream so well be

The wind continues to batter at the trees in the dark, the one lone branch scraping and clawing off the back of the truck. My mind fills with every single scary-movie monster I've ever seen since my first time when my cousin Letty let me watch Arachnophobia while my parents were out of town. My brain holds an encyclopedia of Big Bads that could be waiting for me in the dark. As time goes on, they begin to feel scarier than any criminal Spencer may encounter inside. Plus, he has a gun to shoot things with. The only protection I have out here are my own two hands, and they're much better at saving people than hurting them.

There is no judgment in his eyes, only a quiet reminder that I do not have to do this alone, that together we can give the children what they need most: safety in the form of a story, comfort wrapped in words softer than reality. So, I smooth Connor’s hair back from his forehead and smile, though it trembles at the edges, and I tell them yes, I saw the sharks. Their gasps fill the hall, Connor’s mouth dropping open in awe while Carmen claps her hands together in delight. To them, this is not horror. It is a wonder. Connor’s eyes shine as he asks again, with even greater urgency, “Were they stronger than Daddy? Did they look scarier than him when he gets mad?” He puffs out his little chest, c

I'm not exactly sure why I let my friends talk me into going to watch scary movies with them, but here I was. My friends would describe me as the biggest scaredy cat in the world, which is why scary movies always make me jumpy afterwards. My friends think it's hilarious to see me watch werewolf movies through my fingers, cowering away from the screen. Leaving the movie theatre, a cold wind rushes through my hair, chilling me to the bone. I tried to pull my jacket tighter to my body, as if that would heat my tiny frame but it was no use. The cold evening air surrounded me, planting light kisses across my bare skin.

Sorry. "You shouldn't have to apologize for just being yourself. But people fear what they do not understand. Werecats are just legends, creatures for comic books and movies. Humans have no idea how real we are, or werewolves, vampires, or dragons." She said. "So basically, I'm a scary movie to them?" I ask. "Exactly!" I thought she would have disagreed. She went on, "and when humans are afraid they do some pretty dumb stuff." "What kind of dumb stuff?" I asked, I perked up a little at this news. How bad could it be?