Scary Bloody Mary Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And you know what’s even weirder? It’s the fact that the nurses inside the ambulance were found dead, their blood scattered all over their seats. Their necks were severed and they had bite marks, too. And Zheira’s body was nowhere to be found. It was all over the news, but because no one knew who the girl was, no one was really able to locate her whereabouts. It was until I saw her descending the stairs of the hotel that same night that I was horrified. There were drops of blood all over her lips and her eyes had a hint of gold glinting maliciously in there. What’s worst of it all was when Robert had been brought to the hospital, barely breathing. To think she’d do it to her father made it

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horrid face pressed close to his as s

I let myself get carried away with the music and my drunken state as if I had zero problems in life. Then suddenly eerie screams were heard. I stopped dancing and immediately turned around to see what was happening. However, I stood frozen in my tracks as I saw the same shadow whose face I could clearly see right next to me. He was holding a spear intending to stab me. I shut my eyes closed waiting for the sharp object to enter my body. I didn't know what else I could do. I wasn't thinking right. Mostly because I was still inevitably drunk. It all happened so fast. I was about to get stabbed but in a swift movement, strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me against a hard chest. The next t

Are our modern buildings as insubstantial-seeming to her as ghosts are to us? I’ve never met a ghost who could talk, but can I find a ghost who can write, and ask? Would that make them a ghost writer? I can’t help my giggle this time, then hurriedly explain to Mary before she starts to think about being offended. “Did you hear about the fight with the vampires?” I ask, when I am sitting on a kitchen chair and Mary is perched somewhere in the right place above another one. She nods her head. “The vampires wanted to hurt my Mate, Aiden. I don’t know if you saw him when he visited?” She nods again. “They were keeping a little girl prisoner as well,” I add, then hurry on. “But she’s safe now, an

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Here's your breakfast, eat up before they get cold" she said happily, thank you we all said, just then she was about to open the windows, I vamp sped towards her and held her hands "How did you do that she asked surprised" I was about to compel her but I asked myself "what's the need of compelling her? I told her the truth about us being vampires of centuries from Transylvania "Wow, are you really serious, I have been doing research on them but all my efforts were in vein, you are allergic to sunlight and garlic bulbs right and mostly feed on human blood and can't resist feeding on them right, I hope you don't feast on us" she said giggling

It's the only form of light in here. I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?.I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room. I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And.... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?. Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story on wattpad some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.

Martha couldn't sure if they're dead or not because she's near sighted so she asked Alexis about the bodies. " Are they dead?" She asked him. Alexis put his point finger in his mouth. " Shhhh... Yes, they're all dead!" He said to Martha and her eyes widen in terror. Poor innocent people. Alexis was right, they took lowest type of people from a poor families and bought them to fed to the monsters, the vampire who was thirsty in human fresh bloods. Martha quietly listened to their conversation and she gasped and covered her mouth when she accidentally pushed one of the container beside them.

Obviously, the Grandma read through the strange blows that the winds was trying to say. “Don't forget and always care yourself,” she said with a strange low tone, as if she was to leave yet couldn't voice out the words. She sighed and looked at the sky, “The Bloody Moon could be deadly to those who become eighteen, who live a seventeen year when others has their thousands!” In a next moment, Mariya suddenly feel like her body was being uncontrollable. It was steadily and was hide through the shadow of something. My consciousness was starting to slip away and my vision was those of a blurry.