Scary Eye Novels & Stories

Extremely terrifying. One can hardly keep his calm. Myra was scared to look around, she hardly lifted her gaze and only to see that hundreds of terrifying eyes glared at her, those gazes filled with an uncommon lust, longing for her. A dreadful sensation curled her heart, startled her, her hands went numb, and her feet were frozen. Black eyes, Blue Eyes, red eyes, and brown eyes too. Different types, but sparkling scarcely at her filled with fascinations. Among all the other voices, a bold voice came piercing the other howls,

The eye was still looking at me. It...it speaks! It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. "!!!!" I paled. So the eye was a ghost too... Scary...

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

It was very tall and scary, with eyes that had a spooky red glow in the moonlight. Our eyes connected for just a second, and a strong feeling of fear swept over me.

My heart begins to beat furiously as I lock eyes with the big, creepy pair of yellow eyes staring at me. They don't move, nor blink… They just stare. I swallow painfully as I begin to shake. The pair of yellow eyes are the only things I can see in the frightening darkness of my room. I make the mistake of blinking, and the next time I look, They're no longer there. I shut my eyes and exhale in fear. What was that? I open my eyes again and scream on the top of my lungs as I jump out of my skin. The set of eyes were right in front of me, and warm air fanned my face.

I shut the window immediately, locked it and ran to the bathroom and locked it too. Luckily, there was no window in there so I felt a bit safer. But the terror I felt when I looked at the creature wasn't because of its size or the fact that it could be a rogue or what it could possibly be doing outside this little cottage at this time of night. No, what scared me was it's eyes. Those same eyes that haunt me in my dreams, those eyes that have been scaring me for the past 17 years of my life. Gray-blue eyes filled with hatred and anger. I leaned my head against the toilet and I don't know how I managed it, but I fell asleep. I fell into a deep troubled sleep ...

But it wasn't these features that scared the hell out of me as I stared at her in horror. It was her eyes. Her pupils were pitch black and dilated in a very abnormal way as she stared unblinkingly at me. I felt like she could see into my soul with the amount of intensity with which she was staring at me. Slowly, the right side of her plump lips pulled up into a menacing smirk I instinctively stepped back a little, eyeing her warily "Who.....Who are you?" I stuttered and her evil smirk widened She tilted her head "Me? I'm your worst nightmare. The one who's going to destroy you"

He asked looking at the kid and the man just looked back at the kid he'd been dragging all night and grunted in response. The small boy looked up at the man that appeared from the shadows and his breath hitched, making him gasp lowly, his eyes widened in horror. He'd never seen someone so scary and ugly at the same time. His one eye was completely damaged, the only thing that could be seen was the white part, and the white part was not looking good either, it had little specs of black scattered all around it, and the edgey side of the eye had white milkish stuff coming out of it.

I stared into the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. For the first time I saw how I looked. I saw my eyes. And brown orbs filled with fear stared back at me. Raw, unadulterated fear. An involuntary gulp. Suddenly, the brown orbs turned into ice blue eyes, lit with something else. Something that was neither human nor wolf. A terrifying mixture of vengeance and pain. Something that promised horror. My throat closed. My lungs died. I couldn't scream. I could not breathe. I could not move. I was frozen, held in place by the look in those ice blue eyes.