Scarecrow Stories Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was because Henry always told her stories in German, but Gabriella found the language familiar. Hannah said, "This is a classic story of the crow and the fox." "There was once a crow who had managed to steal a piece of cheese. It perched on top of the tree and was about to eat the cheese. However, the crow had a habit of chirping when it ate, and a fox happened to overhear it." "The fox said to the crow, "Oh, crow, I've never seen a bird that has feathers as beautiful as yours! With a voice as nice as yours, you should sing so the other animals will choose you to be their king!

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I made another mad dash, with Nyx right behind me. We finally found refuge against a scarecrow, our chests heaving as we caught our breath. But the scarecrow blinked at me, and suddenly, it sprang to life, jumping down from its post, brandishing a machete, and making a beeline for me. Nyx and I shrieked and fled in opposite directions. I sprinted to the right, heart racing, desperately trying to put distance between me and the scarecrow. I stumbled upon a darkened area in a field and dove into the bushes, hoping to evade him.

he added with a nasty-sounding chuckle. A phone rang a moment later. Scarecrow picked it up off the counter. “It’s him,” he confirmed. “We can see you through our surveillance spell,” he said into the phone. “So no bullshit.” Calder’s low growl came through the phone clearly enough for me to hear, but I couldn’t pick up the words. “Oh, he’s alive,” Scarecrow said. “Alive and waiting for you. We wouldn’t want to separate a mated pair. Go down the stairs and turn left. The door’s open. But I would much prefer you didn’t cross the threshold.”

"Silly. After everything we have been through before, I believe this one was not close enough to hold a candle when it comes to our most terrifying encounter." Jace exclaimed with an incredulous expression on his face. But before Allan could even argue back, Steve already interjected and requested everyone's attention. "I think you all should see this. I shared the same sentiment as Allan. He's right and we would be foolish if this does not scare us, especially if the fence is as high as this one." As he said that, Steve pointed to the black-and-white illustration in the book. "Graes have a reputation for eating children and grinding their bones to dust, no?"

Lira breathed, the same girl from the washing stream. “They say his cock is ridged and his knot swells so thick you feel it for days afterward.” I stood apart from them, arms wrapped around myself, stomach twisting. I wasn’t eager. I was terrified—because part of me knew he had already chosen. As the sun dipped below the trees, painting the grove in blood and gold, the wind changed. It had been still and warm. Now it whipped through the clearing, tugging at our dresses, scattering leaves and flower petals. The elders murmured uneasily.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.