Scary Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

My lungs burned, my legs ached and felt weak, and I could hear footsteps behind me now. Heavy, and fast. I spotted a tall building and ran behind it, hoping there might be another exit, or someone, anyone, around. As I turned the corner, I crashed straight into something solid. A hard chest. I cried out and stumbled backward, nearly falling. One of the men stood in front of me. Up close, he looked even scarier. Cold. I backed away slowly, my hands raised without thinking. “Please,” I whispered. “I don’t want any trouble, please.”

"Christmas is always the usual costume. Santa on white beards, black huge belt, red coat and a red hat. Halloween is the real deal. You get to see the pumpkin head, the resurrection of Frankenstein and the dolls coming back to life. You even get to see witches flying on top of a broom while being chased by werewolves." "Who told you all of this?" "My teacher!" "What grade are you in, young lady?" "Sixth grade," the little girl replied. "Are you traveling alone?" She spoke directly to the little girl, looking deep into her eyes. She could discover that she was even more beautiful when one looked into her incredible little sapphire eyes, in fact they looked more like white diamonds. "I wasn't

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

My Grandpa’s story began like this: “Grandpa! I’m glad you came today. Do you have a story to tell me? Make it a scary one! Oh, I know! How about when you were my age, what did you do for Halloween?” “Well, let’s see... when I was fifteen...” “Grandpa!” “What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!”

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

They obliged this time without any denial. "So, as you all know Christmas is there this weekend and we haven't even started the decorations yet." I said. I expected them to stay silent as except Aunt Sasha no one else says anything usually unless asked. But What I didn't expect was for their expressions to change to fearful ones on hearing the word "decorations." And "Christmas." "But Scarlett dear, Mr. Knight doesn't like that." Aunt Sasha said in a soft voice. I looked at her with a confused expression on my face. I couldn't understand what she meant by that.

I’m sure everyone knows somethings going on between us but I’m starting not to care. “It’s time to tell ghost stories!!” Becca announces. Anybody got a good one? Everyone looks around but no one volunteers. “Oh shit! What about that night we watched the Gremlins.” Michael says I know exactly what he’s talking about. One of the scariest nights of our lives. “Oh man that was scary tell it Becca!” Christopher yells and everyone’s intrigued. “Rosalie tells it best she remembers the details better because she’s older.” Becca says

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.