Scariest Stephen King Book Novels & Stories

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

~ ANNIKA ~ We walked up the stairs, our gazes sharp and alert. We didn't want any of the occupants in the abandoned building to know our steps. Ben took the lead, leaving me in the rear. I was scared, thinking of someone jumping from the dark to dig their claws into my chest. The image I got was vivid. It didn't help that I recalled horror movies I watched years ago. The people at the back are mostly the ones who die first.

My heart pounded in my chest as I followed it, the metallic scent of blood filling my nostrils and making me gag. The trail led me up the stairs, each step creaking beneath my weight, the darkness swallowing me whole. My fingers trembled as I reached for the doorknob of my father's study, dread pooling in my gut. The door creaked open with a groan, revealing a scene of horror that made me want to retch.

Stephanie absentmindedly twisted a lock of her hair as she watched Caleb and Kayla play outside. The sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting golden light across the room, but despite the serene atmosphere, a heavy feeling pressed upon her. She couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of unease that had settled over her since the night the sorceress had warned them about Kayla and the impending doom. And then the rabbits—the eerie, inexplicable sight of those mangled bodies littering the pack’s grounds—had only fueled her anxiety. It was one thing for Damien to wave off the strange occurrences, but Stephanie’s instincts screamed that something was wrong.

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.

In that hall where the throne seat is located, the sounds of screams were terrifyingly loud, the screams of people struggling with death as if they were struggling with hell, which is really hell. Inside there was the stunned, the shocked, the frightened, the terrified, the happy, and there were those who had all of these characteristics, but he was definitely unhappy. Leanne put her hand on her mouth out of shock while her tears fell like rivers on her cheeks. Maximus and Harold Tarrah watched and around her at other times in astonishment while Merritt, the star girl, was clinging on. Leanne is terrified of what is happening, and looks at Stephen and at other times at Maximus and Harold, an

Life had transformed into an exhilarating, frenetic ride—a roller coaster that twisted and turned with the wild energy of Stephanie's presence. Under normal circumstances, fear and I were strangers. But as I teetered on the brink of a bubbling cauldron, primal terror took hold. Desperation surged within me, a wild, flailing attempt to evade my scalding demise. Beside me, Stephi's frantic struggles mirrored my own—equally futile, equally frantic. My eyes slammed shut, holding my breath, as I plummeted into the abyss, expecting searing agony.

He has a nice body” she had thought to herself. It was the weekend and she had sat holding the book she had just purchased at the mall the other day. It was titled “101 guide to motherhood” and even though she had read almost half of the book, she wasn’t getting the point. There was so much talk and she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She decided to finish the book regardless. She had bought 3 other of such books hoping they would at least prepare her for what is to come. Steph was scared but she wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. She had never been so scared of anything. She was always ever eager to take on challenges and fight them through but this was seeming difficult than it would natur

Nothing like a little evening walk to think things over. I live with VAMPIRES for Christ's sake!!! We're not talking about your average friendly ghost! We're speaking of evil creatures than can drink my blood up in a few minutes. I must be the heroine of a fantasy novel. There's no other way about it. Because if it's reality, I'm gonna find it difficult to stay optimistic. Or else I'm only a secondary character who's I living her last hours. The little student who gets killed at the beginning of the story, it always works to set the scene. I should be scared stiff, but instead, I want to burst out laughing... It's probably my nerves letting go! Or just plain madness.

There was a weird creature - the scariest thing I had ever seen - staring at me from the other end of the library. A monster, a very gigantic monster with mouths that were wide enough to swallow two humans at once, green eyes and slimy black skin. And he stank! But his smell was the least of my concerns because the monster had his round eyes right on me and he was walking slowly towards me like a predator stalking his prey. Run! My mind yelled at me. Move your damn bones and run! But I couldn't get myself to look away, I could not get myself to move a muscle.