Scariest Books Ever Written Novels & Stories

With heavy feet and breathing, I went back for my book. Due to fright, I imagined various scary scenes. I imagined myself being pulled inside the cabinet and brought to the underworld. I imagined being strangled by the lady in red’s hair. I imagined a flying knife aimed my left eye. I shook my head and picked the book in haste. I turned around and saw through the corners of my eyes two hand prints on the floor. My heart beat wildly again. A creaking sound sounded from behind me. It was like a bomb in my ears that made me dashed out of the room and straight ahead the elevator.

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

Chapter 42 Nightmare An hour has passed ever since she arrived at the library reading the pile of books she had randomly chosen, and half of it was strangely about werewolves while the other half is about some kind of diary. For the past hour, she realized that this pile of books was either true or was here just for fun. But knowing Nicholas as the uptight boss to others and the big puppy to her, she can’t think that this is some type of joke. The things written inside sounded so credible after some of them wrote down facts that are known to humans. And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling.

Especially with a demon. One of my first books had been about a werewolf and a succubus. It was one of the most terrible things I’d ever written, but was hugely popular. That book was what gained me the following that kept us fed before we started robbing banks. This was nothing like I had written.

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa

Till it happened to me. *Everyone of us is a book of blood, whenever we are opened, we are red. The world outside had its own rules and those rules weren't human. *when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts. *sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books. The greatest trick the devil pulled was deceiving the world there was only one of him.

I asked her curiously as I sat comfortably on her couch and the three of them sat on the big one adjacent to mine. "Well, I believe that there's nothing to be scared of. The ghosts, vampires, witches, and werewolves are just in the books. Right? Fiction. Not real." My oblivious girlfriend explained, and that made the three of us, supermarket beings, look at each other. If you just knew, Pryce. None of us here is purely human. "Uh, yeah, yeah. They're just in the books. Horror books. They are a product of one's creative minds… and to scare people." Sander agreed with her best friend. Now, I really don't know how we will tell Pryce about the whole truth.

he whispered. Fear prickled down my spine instantly. Before I could speak again, the candles inside the room suddenly extinguished all at once. Darkness swallowed us. A violent tremor shook the floor beneath my feet. Books crashed from shelves instantly. The walls groaned deeply around us. And somewhere inside Blackwood Estate. something screamed.

Fear began to creep into me as the book got hotter, if I couldn’t let it go I would burn out. “Ma, help me!” I cried. I know Mama can’t help me but she is still the person I would call if I need help. Gradually the light that illuminates the book grew as it got hotter. I cried incessantly because of fear and pain. I no longer knew what was happening, when suddenly the book fell from my hand at the same time as I fell. I seem to have lost all my physical strength. I forced myself to crawl to get away from this place, but I couldn’t get away. The light eventually enveloped the entire condo until I saw another place when I woke up.