Scary Close Novels & Stories

She was crying and smiling, whispering something almost too quiet to hear. “I’m so close to getting...” I pushed the door open, and it was the way Skay jumped the second she saw me that convinced me something strange was going on. She looked terrified. What exactly did those words mean? What was Scarlet so close to getting?

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

"We're coming very, very close." A sharp scream rang out from deep within the estate before any of them could move another step. It was far away but unmistakable—a sound of unadulterated horror that made Stacy shudder. An eerie quiet that was more terrifying than any sound was left behind when the scream was suddenly interrupted. Stacy gazed at Gregor and her breath caught. Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she queried, "What was that?"

Her forhead was sweating and she had been panicking. He comes closer to her .As he came closer to her ,she took that much steps backwards ,till she gets corned between the walls . "What..??what do you want to do now?".She was unaware of his purpose for coming closer to her but she can't do anything since he is a Mummy, a living dead after all. He came closer and closer till his face is exact 1cm distanced to her face.Her heart was beating faster than usual.

"My legs feel like jelly." A tall man walks out of the dark alley near the big door. The man wears a sharp black suit. He has cold, dark eyes. He looks very dangerous. He has a scar on his chin. Sean stops moving his feet. His breath gets stuck deep in his throat. The scary man looks right at him. The man does not look away. He steps closer. Sean feels his stomach flip upside down. He cannot move away from the man.

Squelch-pop. I snapped my head back to the mirror. My reflection was pressed against the glass. Its hands weren't resting on the imaginary sink in its world; they were splayed against the interior surface of the mirror, the fingers white and bloodless from the pressure. Its face was inches from mine, separated only by five millimeters of silvered glass. The most terrifying part wasn't the proximity, but the expression. It wasn't my face anymore. The features were identical, yes, but the intent was a jagged, predatory hunger that I had never felt in my life.

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

Much subdued, Leo asked, “Can you help me purge the pheromone from my system, Scy?” “I don’t know. We can try, though I don’t know why you’d bother. The swamps aren’t exactly swarming with men who’ll notice.” “No, only one killer who’s hunted down charmers before,” she snapped. “And you’ll not go near him.” He straightened up. “It’s too dangerous.” Leo’s expression remained mutinous. “Don’t press me, woman.” A hint of Haunt fire made his blue eyes glow. “Not over this.”

Before she could fully grasp the meaning, Greta flinched and jumped three feet away in fright. I helpfully explained, "It's an incurable sexually transmitted disease." Hilda froze, and her face turned beet red. In the next second, she started wailing out loud. "How could you slander me like this, doctor? What will become of my reputation? You're an incompetent doctor. You're a quack!" After yelling at the doctor, she instinctively turned to Greta for support. To her dismay, Greta had already retreated to the doorway. With a pale face, Greta stammered, "Doctor, I was sitting so close to her. Could she have passed it to me?"