Scariest Stephen King Book Novels & Stories

I’d call him after I checked on KJ. Letting out a yawn, I sleepily made my way to Kj’s room. I slowed as I neared the stairwell. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Everything scares me in the dark, but this was different. Shadows seemed to lift and move and I was sure I heard breathing that wasn’t mine. A boulder settled in my stomach and I held my breath as I stared at the stairs. If there was something there I’d have to get past it in order to make it to KJ. Please let it be a rat. I turned my phone in that direction and screamed as two eyes stared back at me. Without thought, I lunged for KJ’s room, but the guy on the stairs grabbed me. I swung the knife and he bellowed as let

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

Good thing I had a whole flight of stairs to clear my head and gather myself. I wasn’t scared anymore: I was pissed off. It was like having a big dog in the house, barking at the shadows out the window. I don’t know why, that thought reminded me of one of Stephen King’s early novels. The comparison made me chuckle, which was the best thing that could happen at that particular time. I heard the men’s footsteps coming from the north parlor as I came down the stairs, and the cat ball in the kitchen flashed the minute I turned on the lights. I was happy to see I’d forgotten the tablet charging on the table.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

Now imagine what you can do to me if I dare argue with you. ‘You know I will never hurt you Billy, I love you.’ ‘Bye Petunia.’ With that, he left. I knew that not only will loneliness and darkness will be my refuge that night, but I was going to be haunted by all of my sins. I lived every day, haunted by the look Naledi gave me before she died, now all I could see was Anna’s wriggling feet, my strong grip on her mouth and the cold eyes I regained consciousness to. The way Billy looked at me didn’t sit well with me. He looked at me with disgust but mostly fear. The guy that I thought to be my everything, feared me. I was a monster like Anna had said. Why else would the person who sent me to k

She told me to stay in the closet, but her screams made me stumble into my room on wobbly knees, inching cautiously towards my bedroom door. I stepped into the hallway, listening for other sounds, but Mommy’s screams had stopped. The stairs creaked beneath my weight, and when I reached the bottom step, terror overpowered me when I spotted the stranger hovering over my mother. They were drinking from her neck, my mother’s lifeless gaze staring up at the ceiling. Her skin was pale, too pale, which meant… The steps creaked again, and when the stranger whipped their head around to find the source of the noise…

I took a deep breath and took a few steps inside, touching my stomach unconsciously. The air was cooler here, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. It looked like a small inner chamber itself, old books littered around, cobwebs cut across every corner in the room, it was old, it was stuffy, I took few more steps and stepped on something rather unusual A skeleton!! Screaming for help, immediately I held back my mouth as I was covered in sweat, fear gripping me as I looked back to study the shadow that lurked around, I felt it and I was used to listening to my instincts.

“I thought maybe you’d been looking at them and wondered why they weren’t put back properly, since you’re usually so careful with them.” Viktor shook his head. “I haven’t had time to look at them in weeks.” He strode across the room and plucked a book from Stephan hand, checking the title. It was Lycanthropy. Raising the book to his nose, he took a sniff. A faint trace of Adriana's scent remained. Grimly, he clenched the book in his hand. “I think we have a problem.” ********