Novel & Cerita Real Scary Stories To Read

Have you ever had one of those really shameful fantasies that you didn’t dare speak aloud for fear that someone might give you that look? You know the look that says, “You’re a freak of nature!” Well, I have one of those and it’s a doozy. Just thinking of it now, my pussy lips have started to tingle and my juices have started to trickle — it’s that powerful. But here’s the thing…as you might suspect, it’s a little weird. Well, okay, it’s a lot weird but it turns my crank like you wouldn’t believe. Curious?

He told me there was a book in his office that had the safe hidden inside. The book was about ghost towns, so he doubted Zane would have found it. That is when I learned that Zane was afraid of ghosts. At first, I thought it was funny, that Zane feared something that wasn’t real until I thought about it. If werewolves and other creatures were real, maybe ghosts were too. Thinking that, a chill ran down my spine, causing me to shiver. It wasn’t funny after all, because if ghosts were real, I would be afraid too.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

" Mirabel said in a rush before the phone hung up. A sad smile formed on Laura's lips. The cold was beginning to brush her skin and that was an added problem to her current predicament. She walked over to a spot under a nearby tree and sat down, leaning her back against it. Different scary thoughts came into her mind, like spiders, snakes, scorpions or worse ghosts, monsters! She had heard, read and watched about them but she didn't know if they were real. The thought made her shudder. She scolded herself for watching horror movies and promised herself not to try them again, ever! When the cold was beginning to get a bit chilly, another call came into her phone and she glanced at the screen,

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.

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

“I didn’t even know the supernatural creatures I read about in novels were real until a few days ago when I saw a vampire.” “Uhm... Are you okay? You seem stressed lately.” “I couldn’t sleep (lowers his head). I kept having nightmares. I was afraid the vampire would come. But then I read this (hands Lyall another book, this time thicker). I found this book in my brother’s room this morning. And you know what? Vampires can’t come into the house unless invited! That means I’m safe at home! And you know what? Turns out werewolves are real!”

“Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.” He raised a brow. “Did I say you were disturbing me? “ “Why no, but...” “I said you can talk to me as long as you want. So, talk about whatever you want until you get sleepy. I’m all ears.” I smiled. “I appreciate that.” He leaned back in his chair. “How long have you been afraid of c thunderstorms?” “Pretty much all my life. Hell, I don’t even like to drive in them. I’ll pull over on the side of the road and wait it out.”

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

“I feel like they have lied to me to because no one mentioned disgruntled ghosts to me. I’m not prepared for this. They better not come home with me.” “I’m hearing a woman or child whispering to me, but I can’t make out what they are saying. But the red liquid dripping from the faucets, that’s the last straw.” “So, we have shadow figures, voices, moving objects, and blood coming from the taps. Or at least something that looked like blood.” “Hey, I saw my nail gun move and my circular saw start up without it being plugged in. That’s the last straw for me. I’m out of here.”