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Laura I'm not easily agitated. Scary movies never made me jump back in high school. My friends never managed to startle me. I can't even remember being afraid of the dark, and I wasn't the slightest unnerved by tales of monsters and ghosts. But I'm terrified now. My pulse is drumming against my neck, and I shake as I lift my chin to face the most enormous creature I've ever seen. The legends said the Lycans were giants, but really?

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

The second brow came up. "Okay. Fine. I still find it kind of weird. I don't get how we are together but that doesn't mean I'm going to be scared or uncomfortable to see you in your lycan form," I shrugged, knowing fully well that I just spilled a white lie. The stories I had heard of Lycans as a child always frightened me more than I liked to admit. I heard they were eight foot tall humanoid monsters that could tear you apart with a single snap of their teeth. My mother always used to tell my brother and I those stories when we acted naughty to keep us in line.

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

Brianna nodded in return, as she tries her best not to think too much. ============================ Meanwhile... "And where do you think you're going?" me?" the stranger is getting more and more creepy every minute. He started walking forward towards Bianca. At the same time, Bianca slowly steps back. She was getting nervous as hell, but she tries not to show it. She held her breath in horror when the man cornered her against the wall. He propped his arms against the wall. "You're not going anywhere." the man whispered. Bianca raises her hand to slap the man right into his face, but he immediately dodges from it. The stranger held her hand, and she tries to struggle, but the man is a lot st

Vlad was at a loss what was stronger in him - curiosity, which only flared up even more from the proximity of the necessary information, or fear of the unknown, hostile magic and, to be sure, ghosts. People who previously did not believe in the supernatural, when faced with irrefutable evidence of its existence, experience much more shock and horror than those who have always been afraid of meeting ghosts, goblins or zombies. That is why Cesare felt most comfortable and confident of all of the trinity, for him the City of Ghosts, although it was an implausible legend all his life, in the end it was much easier for a local inhabitant to come to terms with its existence than for aliens "from a

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

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