Scary Lady Novels & Stories

Her beautiful face, usually serene, now held a tight expression, a glint of coldness flickering in her eyes. The originally gentle melody, tainted by her restless emotions, suddenly turned somber and urgent. Midway through the performance, a piercing scream abruptly interrupted her. Charlotte halted her fingers, rose from the piano, and exited the room. "What's going on again?" she asked irritably. A nearby servant whispered, "Miss, for some reason, Miss Scarlett had another nightmare..." Ever since Scarlett's descent into madness, occasional night terrors haunted her, echoing cries of "murder" throughout the house. It seemed the gruesome scenes from before had left a profound psychological

She strangled her hair and screamed, "Do that again, and I will kill you with my own claws. Do you understand?! Fucking speak!" The maid, trembling in fear, cried loudly and nodded her head. "Y-Yes, Lady Scarlett. P-Please forgive me. I am so sorry!" She let go of the maid by force and kicked her on the leg. "Get out of my sight, you slave. I don't want to see your face!" As the maid quickly went out of the study room, Scarlett huffed in, and that was only what it took for her to calm down like nothing had just happened. She was about to go back to her desk when she felt the presence of a familiar Lycan approaching her study.

, Scar scrunched up her nose in distaste, and I frowned looking down at the blouse I was clutching unconsciously, my face contorted into a frown as I threw it back in the basket before looking at her with a blank face and started to laugh. "Damn, you look sexy", I commented as Scar stepped out in a maroon mini dress with a cropped leather jacket, and made cringe actions to her. She rolled her eyes chuckling, and I bit my lip raising my brows. She blushed in embarrassment as a lady passed by, giving us disapproving stares and I clutched my stomach wheezing. "This is so unladylike, young missy", I paused my laughing and turned my head to look at the lady who looked at us with a freaking glare.

The young purple-haired lady ran toward Lucas and then came to a halt a few steps ahead of him. Subsequently, she spun around to glance at the 20 over Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen. The 20 over Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmans were now much closer to her. The young lady turned back. In her mind, she only wanted to get rid of the scary city. However, she felt even more terrified when she turned back to face the front.

The door opened and a woman, much younger than the first one walked in with a few other maids her. "What..who are you?" She asked, shifting back to the wall as she sat on the bed. The chain jingled, making more noise as she did. The woman that had walked in was not smiling at all and this made Ralda more scared. She had that look that said; if you make a noise you'll regret your life. Ralda remained silent, and the maids that came in with the scary lady walked to her. They grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her out of the room.

she replied. The young woman immediately rose up from her seat and offered a curtsy. “My deepest apology for not properly introducing myself; and boldly coming here with no prior notice.” “Nah. It’s fine as long as you were aware of your actions,” Lady Francesca immediately dismissed the part. “I am Lady Hariet Syford, the younger sister of Dynirho by nine years,” the young woman started. Then, the Feledencian woman had confirmed the ground on their identical features.

She looked almost like a sexy lady from one of those western films. When Mary saw Xyla, her facial expression immediately turned cold. Mary stood directly in Xyla’s way as she extended an arm to stop Xyla from moving forward. “Well, well. Who could this be? Isn’t this the infamous b*tch I’ve been seeing on Weibo for the past two days, Xyla Quest?” Mary asked with her chin lifted. There was a sardonic look on her face.

One of the most famous ghosts in the southern states of the USA is "Soap Sally". In the 1950s, there was an old lady soap-maker who walked the streets of the mill villages kidnapping children and murdering them to use the fat in their bodies to make soap. There were numerous reports of people having seen her for years after her death. Every time a child went missing, Soap Sally could be seen wandering the streets, carrying her knapsack full of soap. 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.

The lady walked closer to Sara and knelt beside her, she moved her fingers gently on Sara's face, and sniffed her scent. “What if I destroy this beautiful face of yours? So you won't be able to seduce men again.” The lady said with her traumatizing laugh, which made Sara shiver. She took out a knife and placed in on Sara's face. Sara screamed, but the cloth in her mouth prevented her screams to be heard outside. The lady stood up and turned her back against Sara. “No amount of screams will save you, don't waste your energy, as you need it on your way to hell.” The lady said to her.

Lily made to stand on her feet but she suddenly a lady's figure crouched in a dark corner of the room and she flinched, almost falling "Oh my gosh, you scared me" Lily breathed heavily Lily walked closer to the lady that seems to be in probably her late teenage years "Hello, who are you?" Lily asked and the lady remained silent The lady looked messed up with her disheveled hair, is she also being held captive by the Mafia boss? Lily pitied the poor girl, she looks so scared and she trudges away each time Lily tried to go closer to her "Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you I promise, I'm also being held captive here by that bad Mafia boss" Lily explained but the girl remained silent