Novel & Cerita Scary History

Carleton smirks at me, while I give him the finger and plop down beside Carrie. She climbs into my lap and pulls the book in front of her. We start reading through the material. There were a lot of details about hybrid wolves. I had no idea we had such a rich history. There used to be more hybrid wolves, but the fear of their powers caused many to be destroyed by their own Pack. The fear that they would take over the wolf Pack and destroy its resources was a big fear.

It was Ashford who shifted the terrain. "History," he said thoughtfully, fingers resting on the edge of a folio, "is rarely content with facts alone. Particularly in periods like these. Wars breed stories. Legends. Fear fills the gaps where certainty fails." I kept my expression neutral. "Legends are convenient. They give shape to what people cannot explain." His gaze sharpened. "Or what they don't wish to understand." A pause. The kind that stretches, listening. "Take seventeenth-century Scotland," he continued. "Battlefields haunted long after the blood dried. Accounts of creatures roaming the hills. Vampiric revenants. Wolves walking upright. Scholars dismiss them as superstition, but the

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.

I replied without emotion. “What do you remember?” “Just being confused about naked pictures you received from ‘your family friend’.” I said trying to keep my jealousy away. “Then I was dizzy, had some strange dream, and woke up.” “Strange dream?” He questioned raising a brow as he cocked his grin upward. “Not like that perv.” I replied irritated. “What did you dream about?” He said intrigued. “Nothing important. Are you going to talk, or no?” I said frustrated. “Mia and I… have a history. She must be confused with our current situation.” He tried to explain but it was just more vague answers.

Her mouth gaped as she stared at the muscular wall clothed in a once immaculate white shirt that now had streaks of purple unwanted designs. “I…” The words got struck in her throat as the air became more dangerous by the minute. She couldn’t even look up to see the face of this fearsome monster that reminded her of the blood-sucking humans in ‘vampire diaries’. Her entire body quivered. Her legs were jittery and unable to move. She just stood there transfixed with a quivering body. After what seemed like eternity, someone pulled her roughly to the side where she stood still unable to get a grip of herself.

By evening, he went to his study leaving me by the window, watching the sun drown into the horizon, red as betrayal. Helen began to resurface in my thought. Her arrogance, her evil smiles. But what frightened me the most, was the flicker of fear that flashed in her eyes before she left. "Fear of what"?. -------- The tires screeched as Helen's car came to a halt outside an old abandoned building, behind it were tall fences and wild hibiscus bushes. Helen! , this is a risky place which we ought not to be in. Her mother spoke in a fidgeting tone.

Some engineer at G****e had written code that scraped my search history, my watch history, my location data, and decided that this was the content I needed right now. But I hadn't searched for anything related to death. I hadn't watched true crime. I hadn't googled "how to kill my fiancé" or "self-defense laws" or even "what to do when someone hits you." I had watched cooking videos. ASMR. Three-hour analyses of movies I had never seen. Nothing that would lead to a cheerful man in a hazmat suit teaching me to dissolve bone in acid. Unless.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.