Scary Disney Facts Novels & Stories

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.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

I looked at her and saw that she was covering her face "Ahh! Save me Fayth . Elsa is shooting icicles at me . " I snorted . "We should get you some water fast. You are getting delusional. Though it's fun seeing u drunk, you are high maintenance and right now I don't have enough energy to keep up with you." I grabbed Scar's hand and pulled her up to her feet , She was still covering her face. Who knew that a 17 year-old Scarlet would be scared of the wrath of an ancient Disney princess.

SCARLET'S POV. Egg after egg dropped, filling the space, and I couldn't help the feeling of raw panic eating me up. I had ever seen such a monster with different traits. It has pincers like scorpions and made loud noises. It buzzed like a bee, and was so solid even though it was made of ants. It was laying eggs which was really unbelievable, but what scared me was that I didn't know what would happen if the eggs happened to hatch. What creature would we see there, and how would they eat us up?

Scar says without hesitation, “The little girl that I visit all the time? She’s a friend’s daughter—” “I know her,” Silco answers swiftly with a gentle tone, not rude, but also giving out a dominant aura, “Where are you? How did she go missing?” “We were at the Six Flags,” Scar takes another deep breath to swallow back the crying tone, “She was on the carousel and the next second she was just gone—” I didn’t even take my eyes off her, but Scar dares not say. She ends there, or she would have burst into tears.

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Hilda Scarlett is halfway through her second helping of blueberry pancakes and telling me a story about how Percy is definitely scared of bumblebees. “He screamed, Mama!” she says, eyes wide, hands flailing dramatically. “And he’s this big”—she stretches her arms as far as they’ll go—“and a little tiny bee made him run away! Like this!” She zooms her hand through the air, knocking over her cup of milk in the process. I catch it before it falls, mopping the few drops that splashed over the side. “Maybe Percy just didn’t want to get stung,” I say, trying to hide my smile.

Octavius says while still smiling, and I grin a little. As my brain thinks over the past few days, an uneasy feeling makes my grin fall, and I shake my head. "I have researched and learned a lot about supernatural beings, Octavius. Fairies, dragons, and vampires have always been on the darker side of those studies. You took care of the fairies long before I was born, and now you have handled the dragons. What happens if we get attacked by vampires next, or our kids get attacked. All this has made me so fearful. I mean, I almost died at the hands of a dragon. A siren murdered my mother and framed my father for it. I mean, what's next," I ask, and Octavius stills.

Leon said while smiling. Sophia laughed. Well, she is your girlfriend, so she has the right to know. By the way, Moonleigh. Do you know what scares Leon the most aside from ghosts?" "W-What?" "If you don't know yet, Leon is so scared whenever he sees a bee. He's really afraid of bees and lizards. I remember when I showed him one before. He really cried in front of me until his face was burning red. He really is so cute back then, you know."

I said carefully, weighing my words, "you know they are a little frequent." "Nah," he laughed, brushing it with his hands, "I had nightmares of a fairy with beards until I was almost 10 years old." "Faries with beards?" I turned to him in amusement. "My sister watched almost every animation about fairies there are on the planet. Robin and I got sick of them and one thing led to another, my subconscious and tired mind would always picture a fairy with a beard whenever I was scared at night and it was a perfect recipe for a nightmare. It's generic within our family."