Scary Face Meme Novels & Stories

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

I have slapped a lot of men, and since he claimed that I slapped him, that means that he must have tried to misbehave with me. Dang! I knew there was something off about the idiot. My eyes widened when he removed something that looked like skin from his face, and gradually, his face began to take shape in my mind. When I saw the huge scar running from his mouth down his jaw, my memory clicked immediately.

he said his face and voice turning scary "Let go of my hand" I warned "Or what?" he fired back his face red and his vein popping then suddenly his facial muscles relaxed as he immediately wore a sweet smile scaring me even more, what kind of sick psycho was Demetria dating in the past? "Why did you earn things, we were such a cute couple you know, now you made it worse and made me like this," he said his voice low while a chuckle left my mouth "Did I make you like this or are you just pure evil from the beginning"

she shouted. When the woman took off her mask, Naomi’s pupils constricted. “You are… Chenney!?” There was an ugly scar on Chenney's face. It looked like a piece of flesh had been bitten off from her face, and the wound was uneven and pitted hideously. Even the group of men on the scene felt the scar on the woman’s face was terrifying and disgusting. Jodie covered her mouth in shock. She had never expected that the woman’s face was deformed. Not only her, but even Naomi found it hard to believe that the woman with the scarred face was none other than Chenney.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

I winced. "You aren't ready to see the real me and I don't want to scare you off just yet," she smirked. "Scare me? Why, are you that hideous?" I pointed at the half of my face. "Can't be worse than this. Women run away from this face now." I laughed bitterly. I was being a bit melodramatic, of course. But it wasn't completely untrue. I did see girls staring at my scars and looking away as if they were disgusted. Probably praying I don't turn out to be their mate.

I frown and immediately reply. Me: What’s on saturday? Evelyn: you’re joking, right? :O A second later, she sends a GIF of a guy clutching his chest in fake horroI snort, biting back a laugh as I stare at the screen. Me: Uhm… no? Am I missing something? Evelyn: oh my god.

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. 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.

“I don’t like him. He’s trouble. Look at that smug face.” Another man catches my eye—a hulking figure with wild blonde hair that looks like a lion’s mane. His face is marred by a deep scar slashing across his cheek and jaw, giving him a feral appearance that makes my stomach churn. The next has a mahogany skin tone, his features sharp and regal, but his silence unnerves me. His eyes are heavy with something I can’t name—pity, perhaps, or guilt?