Scariest Story Novels & Stories

I stammered out and he froze. Before I could process what was happening, he lunged at me, his fingers curling around my throat and his eyes went pitch black. Probably the scariest thing I have ever seen. “If you ever tell anyone that an Anori is still in existence, I would kill you.”

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

A loud, insistent pounding. Her scalp prickled. She froze, curling back against the sofa cushions. Every crime story she’d ever read, every horror movie she’d ever watched flashed through her mind. Her whole back went cold.

“Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.” The silence after her story was deafening. No one dared to move, as if the smallest sound would summon the very thing she’d described. The bonfire crackled ominously, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, the eerie weight of the tale lingering far too long. The story settled over me like a weight, the dread thick and suffocating. A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void.

Playing games with your life is very risky. You might even end up dead. Not much of the Supernatural and Paranormal here today, but quite a bit of terror and fear. And lack of common sense... This is your host and storyteller, The Diwata, about to share a story that happened to one of our own readers online. We hope you learn a lot from his story because Enjoy... ++++++++++ I want to tell the story of what happened in our school when I was in second grade. I guess this is that one of those events that I will never ever forget.

I couldn’t be alone after what just transpired. ‘Why do you want me to stay with you? So that we can have sex, right? Just tell me why you would want to have sex at a time like this?’ ‘I don’t want sex Billy. I cannot be alone here. I am too scared to be alone.’ ‘Same here, I am too scared to be alone with you. I know I sent you to Naledi’s, but I didn’t expect you to turn into a serial killer. Now imagine what you can do to me if I dare argue with you.’

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

While everyone laughed and clapped, Toby locked eyes with Lucianne as he started talking about the REAL elephant in the room, “My best friend found her mate. And for once, it was someone who is serious about her; someone who is capable of loving her and protecting her; someone who would do anything and everything to keep her; someone who doesn’t need her to give up who she is and what she loves; and someone who is terrified of losing her.” Lucianne held back her tears as she started stroking Xandar’s hand. Toby continued, “And I would like to take this opportunity to convey an announcement requested to be made by the SECOND scariest creature in the room, who is also my new friend, Xandar, th

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

It could be the fact that we're so aware of the pain that it raises our senses to a whole new heightened level. Everything had a stronger aroma after being injured, especially the scent of rot. I would like to say I've gotten used to the horrid stench of the dead, but nope. It's still just as disgusting as ever. Every clatter and bump inside the house caused me to tremble all the way to my bones. There's nothing like it. The fear of being eaten makes you feel more alive than ever because life could end any second.