Scared Com Novels & Stories

I never answer unknown calls but in case it was Jayce I wanted to pick up. I clicked the answer button and quickly said hello. Nothing could have prepared me for hearing his voice. "Good Morning Alexa. How have you been these past two years?" As I heard his voice I immediately began feeling the anxiety from earlier return. I sank down further on the bed feeling the anxiousness in my stomach start to rise. All of a sudden I felt queasy and sick to my stomach. I prayed I didn't vomit but I could feel myself wanting to. My heart started to race and the vision of him standing over me flashed through my mind. I could see his ice cold blue eyes staring back at me and I shivered.

When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear "What are you scared of?" She asked softly "What I'll see on the night before my birthday" she answered with a small voice. "Don't worry, it won't be bad this time, I'll pray for you" and then her mother prayed until she fell asleep.

Something I can’t let take root. My left hand brushes across the sheet. It’s soft. I’ve never felt like this in a bed before—not just comfortable, but safe. As if, when I close my eyes, I don’t have to fear waking to a scream or a slap. That nothing will wrench me from sleep except quiet.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

Sean tried to explain. The security gave them a disliked look, "This is not a place to fool around and no one is allowed to enter this place except for the authorized parties. Didn't you guys see the restriction sign outside the fence, huh?" They all fell silent. Sean tried to speak, "Alright, sir. I apologize, but-" "Get out!" They stared at each other. "I said, get the fuck out! And you-" Security pointed at Max, "Turn off your camera!" Max sputtered and quickly turned off his camera, then everyone left the room. It seemed that their performance tonight would get them a lot of comments and bully from CreepyHells Channel fans.

I made a throaty sound as I heard the sound of a twist in the door. I palmed my hand on the bed and looked closely at the door. I got frightened at the sight of Arnold. I moved an inch backward and shook my head slightly. "We heard your scream Monica. Are you okay?" Loveth climbed on the bed to get close to me but my focus was still on Arnold. "What happened?" I turned my gaze to Loveth and pulled her in for an embrace, in fear and heavy tears. "Do you have a nightmare?" She rubbed my hair aback.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

It was a Gothic sphere which they didn't want to escape. Zayn engulfs Cassandra as she felt scared. "Shush, it's fine. It's not a scary site." He says and switches the lights on with his phone. The room was lightened as the text reverses itself. [Do you remember your past? Are the glimpses haunting you?] "That's what it says..." "Zayn, I'm scared." Cassandra's voice was cracking. "Shush, Shush, Shush... I'm right here. It's fine." Saying, the man dares open the site.

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

"Scared means you understand what this is." "What does not-scared mean?" "Usually that someone hasn't thought through the full situation," Wren said. "Or that they've been through enough similar situations that the specific fear has been calibrated to something manageable." She paused. "Neither of those is available to you right now, so scared is the right response." Lena looked at her sideways. "That's not actually reassuring." "No," Wren agreed. "It's accurate, though." They walked in silence for a while.