Scariest Backgrounds Romane & Geschichten

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

I was in the middle of Em and Ronny, sitting like a brave warrior, lone wolf. Andy sat in his place, Anna on his lap, hugging him as if she dare let go of him the Nun will take her soul. He played the movie. My heart picked its pace as the suspense background music played. That’s the thing about horror movies. No matter how scary it might be if you turn off the volume, you won’t even flinch. The game is all about the music. The backdrop music is what gives your brain warning signals of something dreadful or alarming about to happen. The best thing is you know something is coming yet you still flinch or scream when the time comes.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

one of them shouted, his voice cracking with fear. The footsteps grew closer, and soon, two figures emerged from the shadows. They moved with an eerie confidence as if the world around them was bending to their will. The air warped around them, the temperature fluctuating more intensely as they approached. Their eyes, glowing unnaturally, one set a vivid blue, the other a fiery red, cut through the darkness like beacons.

I clutched at the edge of the dining table for support, but it felt like the ground was slipping away beneath me. The room began to spin, the walls closing in around me. I struggled to breathe, the air thick with the scent of fear and blood. Darkness crept into the edges of my vision, threatening to engulf me entirely. With trembling hands, I reached out for something, anything to hold on to, but my strength failed me. As the world blurred into shadows, the last thing I remembered was the scorpion tattoo on the masked man's wrist.

Bellatrix Sinclair Panic clawed at my throat, my lungs burning from deprivation. The expansive room coloured pitch-black and slowly closing in. Lifting my head and catching a glimpse of a portrait on the roof that appeared to be of 18th century that depicted bloodshed between wolves and humans. The wide mouth of a black wolf, his fangs bloody as he tore a chunk of flesh from a human. This couldn’t be considered art; it was a slaughter, and it was terrifying.

Her voice wavered, the denial in her tone cracking under the pressure of the truth. The room felt like it was closing in on me. Shadows twisted and stretched from every corner, their tendrils creeping along the walls like veins of pure darkness, thick and suffocating. The flickering light overhead was fading, its pulse growing weaker with each second. And then, I saw them—snakes, slithering across the floor, slithering in circles, forming a living, breathing carpet of scales that seemed to pulse with dark energy. Their eyes gleamed with a sickening glow, matching the overwhelming sense of dread crawling up my spine.

I try to fall asleep myself but every time I close my eyes all I can see is my worst nightmare. I’m in a forest, it’s dark out and all of the trees are burnt to nothing. All I can see is dead bodies littering the ground and blood soaking the grass, a dark figure stands off to the side, a cloak covering their face making it hard to see. “You will all die,” the figure whispers ominously, before they disappear from my vision.

~~~~ [DEATH•VILLA] This villa was located in the forest,very far from the main city with trees as it's companion. The forest was so dark,with cried of owls and movements of animals. Wide animals played around the front part of the villa. The exterior decor of the villa was so scary and horrifying. People's eyes were playing on the floor and arms, legs,even heads of their recent victims were hanged on the walls of the outer decor with blood making the drip drip sound. The pathway into the villa was blood-filled making it impossible to get in without stepping in the damn blood.