Scary Close Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sat back and looked at the garden and thought about the word close. Know who is close,Not know who is dangerous, Not know who to avoid,Close,as in proximity, as in these people may already be near you without you knowing it, as in by the time you recognize them it may be too late to be careful. She thought about her mother’s lunches with a man she described as a kind businessman. She thought about Claire’s nervousness at the house visit. She thought about the photograph of herself taken three days before it arrived, which meant someone had been watching the house, which meant someone had been close.

Her chest heaved as she panted, her gaze locked onto mine. Jayleen turned towards her, his eyes softening at her evident fear. His lycan-red eyes reverted back to their natural brown, concern etched across his face. "Skye, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice barely audible in the silent night. But Skye's attention was fixated on me. Her fear was palpable, and it brought a twisted sense of pleasure to me. I reveled in the sight of her fear, in the power I held over her.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

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.

The scar I'd noticed briefly at the funeral was even more evident now, even clearer with him standing this close—a thin line that ran from his left eyebrow down across his cheek, the kind of scar that spoke of violence and pain. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the man who'd been standing alone at Klaus's funeral, the man Michelle had called Simone, and something about being this close to him sent fear crawling down my spine in a way I couldn't fully explain. There was something about him, something I couldn't fathom, something that made every instinct I had scream danger. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, stepping back quickly, my heart hammering. "I didn't see you there. I wasn't

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

He puts a hand beside me on the wall. Not touching me. Just… THERE. A whole arm. Muscles. Presence. Threat to my bloodstream. My nervous system decides to short-circuit. I whisper, “You’re too close.” “You always say that.” “That’s because you’re always too close!” He leans slightly forward. “Then stop running.” “I’M NOT—” He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My soul evaporates. I scream internally. He says, very quietly: “You’re scared because you feel something.”

he said walking towards me till we were just a feet apart, “ do i scare you rose?” His fingers hold my chin up to look at him, his eyes not leaving mine as his thumb caresses the side of my chin, his closeness makes my body heat up in a way that leaves my feet trembling. Yes, yes you fuckin do, you shake the jelly in my brain, you being totally different send chill down my body, your world revolving around one color makes me feel lost anytime i ask why?, your insane facial features makes me wonder, why haven't I seen such perfection in like forever, and then the way you tone your voice when you are this close only makes it worse.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak