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A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

"Emily, what's wrong?" The girl pointed to the news on TV and said: "There's something scary on TV, I'm scared." Phoebe curiously went out to have a look. On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible.

“Really? I thought they’re frightening people into doing something stupid to scare, injure, or kill themselves by accident.” “What do they say about getting rid of them?” “It’s vague. Saging the space works for a short time, invoking god, and demanding them to leave. But there’s nothing in here that’s sure fire to get rid of them. The article contradicts themselves in whether these things are evil. They can’t decide whether they can kill or are even interested in killing their victims. A couple of articles claim they might, and I say might, be oblivious of our presence.” “I don’t believe for a minute whatever that was couldn’t see us. It also knocked over those boxes to get our attention. It

So if I pass I would be posted to a college but I'm scared. What if Jack is posted to a different college, I might not be able to see him for almost all the years his going to spend, and the girls in his college might snatch him from me. Don't get me wrong,I trust Jack I know he would never hurt me but I don't trust girls. Jack is every woman kind of guy, ladies would do anything to get him, I couldn't help but feel jealous. We got to the notice board and checked our scores. Phew!! We passed and Stacey and I got into the same college here in New Orleans

He scrolled fast, his heart thudding louder with every line he read. ‘Vampires can track by scent alone, Blood, sweat, fear are only additions.’ ‘Some lore claims they read minds, slip into thoughts like smoke.’ ‘They dissolve into mist, vanish in shadows, reappear behind you.’ His skin prickled, cold sweat breaking out along his spine. He glanced over his shoulder at the empty room. Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and distant traffic outside. He kept reading. A thread caught his eye: ‘Are vampires real?’ Top answer, posted three years ago, but the wording felt… personal. Directed.

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.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

"She's not exactly subtle, is she?" I couldn't help but smile. "But you and Dr. Reynolds," Simon continued. "There's something there. I can see it." My chest got tight. "It's complicated." "Doesn't have to be. You deserve someone who shows you matter." After the meeting, I walked past Kieran's office. The door cracked open. Papers covered his desk. Medical journals. Research articles. I stepped closer and my blood went cold. The headlines jumped out at me. "Animal Attacks in the Pacific Northwest." "Creatures with Glowing Eyes." "Unknown Predator Kills Multiple Victims."

The crimson letters seemed to seep into the very air, delivering a chilling warning that sent shivers down my spine. The words read "You would never find your children. Never!!!” Panic clenched my chest, and a scream tore from my throat, echoing in the confines of the room. I scrambled out of bed, my pulse thundering in my ears, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sight before me was a nightmare brought to life, a gruesome reminder that danger was all around us. The message etched in blood was a sinister message, one that left me trembling with fear and uncertainty.