Novel & Cerita Scary Eye

His mad eyes stared in her wavered blue ones, he didn't look good, this one time, he looked like an enraged psycho. "Y-You killed him?" She whispered shaking badly, Lily might had gotten scared of him a few times because of his dark aura and scary eyes before but this once she was genuinely scared of him because of his actions. He killed someone and he didn't even seem to care, how someone sane could react like he hadn't just took a life? It was like, it wasn't something new to him. And this one possibility added to her fear increasing her shivering. She curled her wrists to get him off as tears started filling her eyes.

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.

Oakley There’s something odd about Dr. Alex Scarlett, the world renowned paleomicrobiologist with shocking blue eyes, pale skin, and hair so black it has a slight blue tint in certain lighting, but it’s not his looks that are throwing me off. He’s been watching me in silence for the better part of an hour while people I don’t know flutter around me, talking about me without talking to me. I find his presence slightly reassuring. I also have come to the conclusion that his proximity has awoken my dormant wolf for the first time in weeks, who is now writhing and silently warning me that danger is very near.

asked the man. What am I? A thing? This man was shameless too! If only the sharpness of my eyes were deadly, I would be happy seeing them lifeless on the floor. The man blew a smoke before he looked at me with his black like the eyes of a hawk. I could see no emotion in the man's eyes; instead, it was like a grave. Those kinds of watches were scary. I saw a scar on his left cheek, and it was significant as if it was deliberately cut down his neck.

Big, brown, almost black, familiar irises stared back at me. “lila, you need to let go of me so that I can put you down.” I noticed the scar next to his eye, his elongated pupil, and that’s when everything came rushing back like a disease. Nico…Damon…the woman…the lashes… Fear, panic, pain, every bad, soul-sucking emotion known to man crawled its way back into me. My lungs no longer took long, deep, steady inhales. Instead I only managed a few shallow breaths, my chest too tight to allow anything more.

His claws were like rusted knives, ready to tear flesh apart. But the most terrifying aspect was his eyes. Completely black, without iris or sclera. Two deep, unfathomable pits that seemed to suck the soul. Above his deformed head, white hair shone like exposed bones. The pointed ears kept moving, amplifying the sounds of Leia's rapid breathing.

‎Two large crimson red eyes staring at me. ‎For a second, I forgot how to breathe. ‎I stepped back, my ankle threatening to give out but I held myself upright. ‎ ‎I tried diverting my eyes, but just like a magnet I found myself unable to resist. ‎My eyes were stuck on those red balls of terror. ‎Next thing I saw was the surfacing of large white fangs curving upward into a smile just beneath the eyes. ‎My eyes doubled in size. ‎A cold sweat broke out instantly, and as if sensing my fear, more crimson eyes surfaced, alongside even brighter, sharper canines.

And her waking up is scarier, for everyone else. But what I find rather frightening, is that: her big brown eyes, all of sudden, are glowing silver. She's okay, right?

Scarlet felt a shiver run down her spine, suddenly scared of what she had seen in Zachary's eyes. Speechless and horrified, Scarlet watched as Zachary sprinted off towards the hall. So that's the real Zachary. Scarlet thought as she felt the pounding on her chest, recalling the murderous glint in Zachary's eyes.

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.