Scared Com Novels & Stories

Very quickly, only two players were left in the shop, trembling like frightened birds. Their faces were pale with terror as they muttered. “This can’t be!” “This isn’t even a dungeon—how can so many bosses be here!” “I must be dreaming… yes, I’ll just sleep, sleep and it’ll be fine…” One was hypnotizing himself, the other had peed his pants from fear. I also smelled a strong stench coming from beside me. Jack had collapsed on the ground in terror, his pants soaked, unable to move. If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location.

“Following us. Watching everything we do.” “Yeah.” “For months.” “Yeah.” She turned to look at me.“Then I guess we’d better give them something good to watch.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. I glanced down, expecting another message from James. It wasn’t from James. It was from an unknown number, just three words long. I know everything.

A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

Marco Yang and Alex Morgan turned and shifted their gaze to Thomas Scott and the chief sommelier of the hotel Kiel Amber. "You're saying that this piece of crap is the real deal?" Said coldly. Kiel Amber began to panicked, his whole body is trembling in fear. "M...m..mr. Yang, I was at fault please forgive me. I was to to lie about it when Mr. Scott's assistant came to find me. He gave me fifty thousand to do it. I'm sorry please spare me." His voice was trembling. He's really doomed. Thomas Scott's face became paler and ashen. He glanced at Jate fearfully. "Fine then. You win this time! I'll get you next time! Who would knew that you could get the help of Mr. Yang and Mr. Morgan."as he said

There are three scents in the air, the scent of blood, death, and fear. My gaze shift back to my beautiful mate and the bear is stood. ‘Come back mate, remember I need you by my side. Please.’ I throw in that please at the end to make sure that what I am saying had an effect. If you haven’t noticed by now my mated is stubborn and doesn’t like to be told what to do. She fears me but when it comes to her being rebellious, the fear goes out the window. She runs and comes stands by my side and I sigh in relief.

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.

Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 5: gaze of mystery . *Skylar Hepburn* The boy in question looked towards his direction as if he knew Skylar was there and tilted his head finally completing the smile that he wanted to give him. Skylar's heart raced as he saw the boy's spectral form fixate on him. Anxiety gripped him like a vice, causing his breath to quicken and his palms to grow clammy.

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?

Milo says leaving the office and running toward the little one. "He's very worried," I say, feeling terrible about him, I was worried, and his worry only made things worse, a worried alpha is a scared alpha, and a scared alpha is one that acts without thinking, a scared alpha is a scary creature. "I know, stay near him, keep an eye on them," the alpha orders me, I nod my head and leave the office and join them out in kitchen for breakfast. "How are you little one," I ask her, was she scared? I guess yesterday was terrifying for her, she still had some slight marking on her arms, but nothing too bad.

They would rather be scared together "Sham?" He said after hearing the sound again and that scared him even more.He thought of all the scary animals he had heard of,the witches the ghost.Poor kid even wet himself.He continues navigating his way through the forest until a hand whipped him off the ground and a piece of cloth covered his mouth.Whispers of a number of men were the last thing he heard before the darkness embrassed him ****** Shamma had never been as scared as she was that night.Even she had wandered off and was realising how lost she was