Scary Mary Book Novels & Stories

Mary looked carefully around the park, Incase there was any danger lurking around and getting ready to be unleashed before she finally sat down, after making sure that she was not being watched by anybody. 'What are you so scared of anyways' her subconscious asked her. Mary did not have any answer to that question, even she herself did not know why she was so scared. Mary got busy with her phone while she sat there and waited for Mia. Suddenly, Mary felt cold hands on her neck from behind. She sat still there, shivers running through her spine. She had no idea what to make out of the situation at hand. She swallowed hard, her heart beating faster with each passing minute, until it almost bec

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.

Chapter 67 _______________ * * Writer's POV…. All she felt while staring at Mary was rage and a seemingly untamable desire to rip her head off - Daciana had never for once in her entire life crave to kill someone as she did right now. Mary, however, was scurrying on the floor, not in fright but nervousness. Though she's now a supposedly elite magician, she's still afraid of Daciana. Her dark aura is something that sticks to her openly and displeases Mary so fucking' much.

the regular zombies were too scary already and now there was stronger zombie than that! everyone dumfounded to what they knew all of their scalps went numb because of fear a woman snaps the silence “darling Mary Ann, I think you should not go with the outside group anymore” the girl that was stating the situation outside was Mary Ann! and the woman who was talking earlier was her mom she only shakes her head, but she smiles a little to her mother “Mom, my skill was too useful outside, especially when giving an appropriate order in any situation”- Mary Ann

Mary had quite recently wrapped getting together the cutlery and had not removed her cover. Dickens gagged on his cries. His eyes were red, and he looked incredibly frightening. "Our girl was… was… embarrassed by these creatures! Ahhh… these slime balls, I will kill all of you!" Mary was paralyzed. She had seen that her girl had been acting unusually as of late, yet she had never gotten some information about it. Now that she heard from her better half, wasn't being embarrassed a type of assault? Her little girl was just 16 years of age. She was so submissive, so reasonable, and it was difficult to accept she had likewise been a casualty.

She reached over and grabbed my hair, yanking it back, forcing me to look up at her. "If you don't leave right now, you little chindalla. I'm gonna give you your first makings, and it's gonna be my name across this smooth skin of yours," the woman hissed, raising her hand to show me the claw that her finger had shifted. I knew this kind of woman. She was a bully, a bitch, the type that used threats and fear to rule those in her path. I had dealt with plenty of them throughout school because I was still so young when my interest in paranormal came about that I wasn't selective about who I shared it with. I spoke out often about my belief in ghosts, magic, and everything else that I was ripe f

We hadn’t walked too far before Mary picked up sounds coming straight at us. “You know what,” Mary said with a shaky voice. “I think we should go back now. We can travel there some other day.” Mary stood in front of me with hands covering me up. She kept pushing me back, looking around like she felt something greatly imminent coming towards us. I’ve never seen Mary that scared before and that protective. “You must leave now,” Mary said again. “Mary, there is nothing–” “Leave!” She yelled, tears fell from her eyes. She was breathing heavily and she got all of us confused. Mary, yell at me? I would have thought that would only happen when I grew a second head.

I tried even harder and a small smile of hope creeped up onto Mary's pale face. Hope ignited inside me as well but then I heard Lady Hannah's voice booming inside the room all of a sudden. That was so not good. I got distracted and then something happened. Something I did not want to happen at all. Nobody wanted. Mary slipped with a horrified expression on her face while a deafening scream made its way out of her throat. I ran near to the railing and peeped down. What I saw made my breath to stop and and my blood went cold. Mary wasn't dead. She had not fallen. She wasn't falling anymore. She was 'floating' in the air.

Her voice shook with fury as she confronted Mary in anger. “So, in your twisted logic, you thought it was your right to expose Susan to her birth mother and stir up enough animosity that she would want to kill me?” Scarlet seethed, her eyes blazing with fiery intensity. Mary’s lips curled into a wicked smile, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes at Scarlet’s disbelief and distress. She scoffed, her voice dripping with nonchalance as she reveled in the chaos she had sown.

he hissed. His fingers were thick and clumsy. He began to undo the buttons, his knuckles brushing against her bare skin. Every touch felt like a burn. Mary squeezed her eyes shut, trying to transport her mind elsewhere—to the library she loved, to the park she used to visit—but the smell of the scotch and the sound of his breath kept pulling her back to this room, to this man, to this nightmare. As the last button gave way, the heavy silk of the dress began to slide down Mary’s body. It pooled at her feet in a heap of ivory and pearls, leaving her in nothing but her thin lace slip. She felt exposed, as if she had been skinned alive.