Scary Close Novels & Stories

George became afraid and curious on what to do next. He drove home immediately, locked his door and tried to check if anyone was in his home, especially Francis, he looked everywhere to see if he was safe and when he saw no one, he heaved a sigh and slumped on his sofa. His phone started ringing and he picked it tiredly, before he could say anything, a voice ordered, “look out your window.”

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

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

We started working on our home works together, it was very easy not difficult at all. When we finished I gathered my stuff and started walking, heading out of his room he was walking behind me, he didn’t say much, and I hoped he would say anything, however he didn’t, he only closed the door behind me. I don't know what's going on with me? Why every time he's so close I got this weird feeling? I honestly don’t know, it’s something about...his black eyes...his lips every time he smiles... what?!!! Oh boy!! Scarlett Willis!! Are you admiring your enemy?

The first thing Shaina notice is the nails holding her close in a little embrace, she isn't sure if the person likes long nails but it looks so long and kinda sharp like an animal claw but pretty too and scary 'what man likes long nails?' She question sure the body she's resting on is sure too muscular to be a woman, She turn completely to him and raise her chin up to see his face with pondering heart. This face! She has definitely seen it before and it looks more scary than the first time Shaina swiflty jerk away from him in big fright and fall to the ground in her attempt to escape his hold. "Go away!" she yelled at whatever this creature is convince this is what she has been running away

Stop getting close while looking with her eyes \" Well, I will not come close.. But answer.. I am not a patient man, you know this well.. \" \" If you wonder about the soft man, who makes me feel safe, friendly, calm and ready to do anything to make me happy, I do not love and I did not love in my life except him..\" He felt comfortable seeing the truth of her speech appearing on her features, and then he was afraid to see the tears that fill her eyes to find her screaming when he took a step towards her \" do not come close.. Let me finish \"

Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 5: gaze of mystery . *Skylar Hepburn* The boy in question looked towards his direction as if he knew Skylar was there and tilted his head finally completing the smile that he wanted to give him. Skylar's heart raced as he saw the boy's spectral form fixate on him. Anxiety gripped him like a vice, causing his breath to quicken and his palms to grow clammy.