Scariest Pictures Novels & Stories

"No! No! I don't want it! Stop! A hand touched me. Fear crept into my mind and memories flashed throughout my sleepy mind. Abominable happenings suddenly became visible and I could clearly see them. I closed my eyes and tried to hide myself using my arms but I could still hear it. His ear-sickening moans enveloped my ears and it's becoming louder the more I cover my ears. "Stop! Please, stop! I don't want this! Erase this, I'm begging! Stop!" I screamed. "Ah...! Fuck, I'm near. Mmhm..." "No! No! No! Please! Stop this!" My grip on my hair became harder as I squint my eyes more, scared to open my eyes. I could feel a pang of pain from a certain part of my ear and head, probably because I was g

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

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?

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.

The second my gaze landed on the images displayed across the giant screen, my heart nearly stopped beating. My entire body froze. No. No. No. That was impossible. This is highly IMPOSSIBLE A violent tremor ran through me as I stared at the images. My hands began to shake uncontrollably. "What the hell is this...?" My eyes widened in pure horror. "How did she...How did she get all these pictures?"

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

Valear stepped into the dim light of the moon. The sight of the horrid figure made a silent scream lodge in her throat. It was monstrous, like something out of a horror movie. No, it was worse. Blood red orbs peered at her from ashen flesh. It pained Lucas to see her so terrified, her lip quivering in absolute fear. He could do nothing. Both their lives were at stake. He watched Valear approach her and her beautiful mouth fall open in a silent scream. She managed to gain enough strength to scramble against the wall at the head of the bed, curling her knees under her chin as if somehow it would help her

Loren informed her before she turned and left the library. Iris waited until the door shut behind Loren before impatiently tearing the envelope open. Pictures fell out of the package on the table when she failed to stop it from ripping abruptly. She tossed the empty paper aside and picked up the pictures to observe the content on them. Iris felt her breath clog in her throat as she looked through the pictures and her breathing became more erratic with each picture. Her hands trembled harshly as her body fought to process what she was seeing. “Oh my god” Iris choked out. She was horrified at the pictures staring at her in the face.