Scariest Picture Ever Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

Perhaps extremely unpleasantly prolonged in time . Kit shuddered and a new wave of perspiration covered her body. Images from the most terrifying thrillers and horror films ever seen flashed through my head. At once I remembered all the stories I read about real crazy perverts who did monstrous things with their victims! Tears welled up in my eyes and it became impossible to breathe again.

images filled my mind. Sharp. Violent. Fast. I gasped. My grip tightened around the baby. Damon grabbed my arm. “Aria!” The images kept coming. Blood. Fire. Wolves fighting wolves. Claws tearing through flesh. I could hear the sounds. Roars. Screams. The ground covered in red. I shook my head hard. “Stop.” The images vanished. My breathing came out uneven. Damon’s voice dropped with fear. “What did you see?” I struggled to find words.

Dylan curses after starting into the pictures. And this triggers me to take hold of the pictures. I raise them but make sure they're a foot away from my face before I look at them one by one. The afflicted wolf is a middle-aged man with a shock of brown beards. There's this look on his face that gives out how he derives a great deal of pleasure in killing and eating humans. I swallow hard when I see mutilated body parts and blood everywhere. Even though the pictures are black and white, they're terrible to look at.

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?

What is here? But before I can properly understand what's happening one of the man-beasts is yanked away from me and flung into a nearby tree, much like I was a few minutes ago. Then followed by the second one. But that's not what shocks me next. I slowly turn my head and come face to face with the largest, scariest wolf I’ve ever seen. I thought those man-beasts were scary, but this one is even more terrifying. Because this one is a real animal. A real wild, hungry and angry looking animal.

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?.

Men, women, and children lie dead across the ground with blood soaking the earth beneath them. Sometimes there are body parts scattered everywhere. Sometimes entire buildings collapse while people scream for help. The part that haunts me the most is always Xavier. I always see him dead, his head severed from his body while his lifeless grey eyes stare directly at me. Every single time I wake up shaking violently and drenched in sweat, unable to erase the horrifying images from my mind and almost immediately afterward, the pain returns all over again. And as I curl up on my bed writhing in pain, I always wonder why I’m even worried about the dream coming true.

I say to her before turning towards the end of the hallway, alerted. The noise seem to have died down, fear begins to run down my spine as I thought of what could have gone wrong. Behold, I encounter the most scariest thing I've ever seen. A familiar girl begin sucked by some horrible looking human, as soon as I points the torch at the cannibal, it truns to me. My heart drops as i recognize the face, Rex.

She thought, already wracked with fear as she remembered the horror movies she had usually with her sister or friends at midnight where the persons in the pictures or paintings in a house, move unexpectedly. She took off her eyes from the painting and gazed around the sitting room, hoping and half believing, but also in the same minute, cancelling the hope and belief, of seeing something out of the ordinary like an ugly looking ghost, or the phanthom she had encountered in the forest. She didn't want to see either of those things. She might faint out of shock and fear. She looked back at the picture, and shouted, falling to the ground the next second, as she saw that the woman in the paintin