Novel & Cerita Scariest Stories

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

It wasn’t the side she knew of her. “Nope.” Layla was quick to deny. “Some random stories aren’t scary. But…” She paused to take a look at their faces making sure she had successfully grabbed their attention. “What if those stories are near you?” she asked, sending a shiver down to their back with her low, eerie voice.

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

If I had to guess, they probably didn’t get very many visitors down here. “Usss too.” It said back to me, and I swore I could hear a hint of sadness in the piercing voice. The answer left me confused, and even more shaken than I already was. These were the beings my village told ghost stories about. Horrible, malformed, and endlessly vicious creatures that had tried to kill their own mothers. They were the things that went bump in the night, and attacked without a second thought. What would they have to be scared of?

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

Saraphina I couldn't believe what I saw. I stayed trapped in the small room for two days without leaving. Why didn't I run on the night of the full moon? Why wasn't I afraid? I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. Instead, I felt a pull towards him. I'd heard stories when I was little about how lycans actually look, and nothing came close to the monstrosity I witnessed that night. But what scared me the most wasn't the shift, but the way it bowed the same with my dreams.

He didn’t answer. Above us, something slithered across the wood. Not footsteps. Not pacing. A scrape, like flesh on old timber. Then silence. “That story of yours,” I said to Schnell. “You tell it to make us afraid?” “No,” he said. “I told it so you would not underestimate it. You think you’ve seen monsters, Field Team Zweiundvierzig? This one... this one kills trust. That is its true talent.” Outside, the Giant of Kandahar let out another distant roar, a deep, vibrating tremor that echoed across the desert.

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

There was food everywhere, balloons I distinctly remembered telling her not to buy, and a giant cake sitting untouched on the counter because apparently turning nineteen was a national event. I stayed near the kitchen mostly. Safe distance. I was avoiding him. This morning's events still playing over in my head. He was different. Very different and I got scared. I didn't know what to do or who to talk to. Who am I kidding, who am I going to tell that I am scared of my best friend's nineteen year old son who I have been having sex with since last year. A woman who should know better. And yet all I could think about was being on my knees for a nineteen year old a few hours ago.