Scariest Scarecrow Novels & Stories

After that, Philip noticed that the person who spoke just now was no longer simply trapped in an illusion but had become one with the scarecrow. The scarecrow was covered in a layer of blood mist. Raven walked up to Philip’s side and said, “This is a parasitic scarecrow. In our assassination world, there’s a profession called the puppeteer, and this parasitic scarecrow is their specialty.” With Raven's explanation, Philip finally understood what the parasitic scarecrow was capable of.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

Skulls—both human and werewolf—were on long sticks, their empty eyes looking into the distance. I felt heavy inside as I looked at the eerie scene. The skulls moved a little in the breeze, and each one seemed to have its own story of suffering. The human heads looked like they were in pain, while the werewolf skulls had something strange about them, with bits of fur making them scarier. The wind made the bones scrape against the wood with a creepy sound. The smell of death and rot filled the air, making me feel scared and sick. It was clear—Swiftclaw ruled by making people scared, and this scary scene was meant to show how strong he was.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

How would she not win when she didn’t move from her spot for the whole night? Imagine being in a Halloween party where the buffet table was in a dark corner of the reception area and beside it was a lady in a floor-length hospital gown, bloody, with hair that’s similar to Sadako’s, and her glazed eyes were the only thing you could see of her face. Isn’t it uber-creepy? Very few people were even able to get seconds because of how scared they were of her costume! She would even stand in front of you or beside you as you got your food! And due to this, there were people who were totally freaked out by her…

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

“Don’t stay up too late. And don’t tell your mother. I think Farm of death was way underrated. Goodnight. Love you squirt.” I giggle at being busted but also Dad keeping my secret. He steals a handful of my popcorn, with Max gobbling up the pieces that fall from his hand. I promise him I won’t stay up all night and I won’t tell Mom. Dad goes to the kitchen and gets himself a bottle of water, before taking Max out to go to the bathroom. Then he makes sure all the windows and doors are locked a final time before turning in for the night. I turn back on Farm Of Death just in time to see a scarecrow come to life and chase a couple through the corn maze with a machete.

The old man said in a mocking manner. Mara's rage and lust for blood overflowed. Her grio on the handle of her scythe tightened to the point that smoke started coming out of her palms. Heat traveled through her scyther and started generating electricity, its size also doubled. No matter how the elder denies it. The petite lady in front of him is definitely terrifying. Despite that though, he still weilded his sword and lunched an attack against Mara. He wasn't even less than a meter away when Mara swung her scythe, cutting the elder demonoid in two.

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

Forces gathered at the grove's fringes, dancing torchlight through grasping tree-rows. The scouts emerged dragging a horror - a wolf once, mangled near recognition. Its rabid snarls revealed slavering jaws and eyes aglow with wrathful magnetism. One of its captors flinched, transfixed. Its comrade pleaded, "Fight the fell song, brother! Do not let it turn your heart!" But as we rushed to aid, a chill wind whipped the glade. On it came dread laughter and a psychic order in chill tongues no longer mortal. The maddened scout turned, fangs gleaming -