Scariest Backgrounds Novels & Stories

The hairs on the back of Adea’s neck stood up as the growling quickly escalated to a roar like a hurricane. Adea felt the ground shaking. She crawled back over the edge of the chasm mouth when the thunderous roaring became nearly too loud to bear. Adea rolled onto her back and watched in horror as an enormous black figure rose up from the abyss, towering over her and enveloping her in a shroud of darkness and pure terror.

At first I couldn’t comprehend the image it was trying to produce until it became crystal clear. The background was the image of a forest but as it emerged fully well, sun rays dwindled into nothingness as everywhere turned pitch-black. The trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown, and the leaves were so red. So red that it was producing red liquid. Was that blood? All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

Everything around me seems to grow muffled, turning black and white, except a figure in the background, with a contorted body that slowly straightens in shape in the most horrifying way - until it looks at me with a wicked smile. Blood. Blood dripping from its eye sockets that have no eyes, laughing at me hysterically from the background of everyone else blind to it. ‘Sera… did you miss me?’ The sight is too horrifying and putrid, fear cripples me in place, unable to scream or run away. Somehow, deep down, I just know who it is, as if my biggest fear has come to life. "Dad?" The word slips out in a whisper of disbelief. I’m instantly snapped back into reality.

She leaned backward and fell down the stairs. In the night, the lights of countless homes flew past her as her screams were silenced by the wind. Eranthe's terrified expression was reflected in Colin's eyes. His fierce and sinister wolf-like face was also imprinted in Eranthe's eyes, where she saw the eerie green glow reminiscent of hell.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

It was a photo of me from seconds ago—mid-leap, scars glowing, body arched in perfection. But the background wasn't the gala hall. The background had been digitally altered to show crumbling stone ruins under a blood-red moon. And in the shadowy corner of the image, barely visible but unmistakable... Two glowing red eyes. Victor saw it over my shoulder. His body went rigid. The air around us dropped ten degrees. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest—a sound so dangerous that the dancers nearby flinched away. "Vampires," he spat, the word dripping with venom.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.