Scarecrow Stories Novels & Stories

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

They had heard stories like this before, stories meant to scare people and make them believe in things that weren't real. But as they walked away from the gathering, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The old woman's story had left a mark on them, and they found themselves wondering if there was any truth to it. Her final words had been filled with negativity, warning of a rare occurrence that could halt the transformations of the newborn werewolves. The normal story they heard ends “As the night wear on, the werewolves celebrates their newfound powers. They danced and howled under the light of the full moon, reveling in their transformations…”

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

I was shaking with fear before I remembered my mother’s words about a proper trigger, and this might just be it. "Werewolves are strong, and they own the whole Serene land; no one can bring me down," I said, standing to my feet and trying so hard to conceal my fear. But the next thing I saw almost brought me back down to the ground. A swarm of skarvs was approaching me. Mum had always told us that skarvs were twisted creatures, accompanied by fierce, heavy winds. They were the scariest things that existed in the forest, but I would have been able to fight them if only I had my wolf. The wind that accompanied the skarvs had separated me from Mum and Elara; now they couldn't hear me or come to

Now a days I have to wear scarfs to cover my half bald head . I have been given my last medications and from what the doctors are saying it looks like I was not lucky enough . I don't know but I feel like I have this kind of fear looked up in me. Is it because I fear to die? "Good Afternoon sweetheart ,how do you do." I'm doing great mom ."Honey you will be leaving here today are you not excited ?" I am mom, but I don't know I have a strange feeling in me,I'm scared." Honey everything will be alright ,just believe ." I believe mom ,I do .

He drew a few more spells, causing spiritual energy to roll off his body in waves as six scarecrows appeared around Wilbur to surround him. "Have a taste of my Dark Harvest." The spiritual flames on Maddox's body shot into the air as he burst out laughing. The six scarecrows were each around two meters tall, sporting torn straw hats and terrifying expressions. Four limbs stuck out of each of their lanky bodies, with one of those limbs holding a long, thin scythe. These scarecrows seemed to radiate a terrifying forcefield, burning with jet-black flames as they waved their burning scythes and made their way over to Wilbur.

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

She was afraid that she would start imagining the worst-case scenarios if she kept quiet, so she thought that it would be a good idea to listen to a story to distract herself. Sean smiled and said, "Somewhere out there, there is a special village in the mountains called Scaveria Village. It is very similar to this place. It is surrounded by the mountains, and in front of the mountains lies a lake. The villagers could only leave the village by boat. But, monsters live deep in the lake. So, whenever the villagers cross the lake, not many will survive." "Did that really happen? Or is it just a myth?" Eli asked in confusion.

Katherine’s POV Trisha did as told, mounted me on the back, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck as I pounced away. I could hear her heart pounding really fast, the snapping of twigs beneath my paws, and the rustling of leaves as the Night Shadow chased after us. More Shadows appeared from nowhere, going around and trying to cut me off track; a solid predatory move. I darted between trees as I sensed the Night Shadows gaining on me, their grasps were mere inches away from my tail. A narrow clearing appeared before me, and I made a break for it. I shot through the gap and emerged into an open space, and out of the forest. The Night Shadows shrieked upon entering the open space too, the

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”