Scary Murders Stories Novels & Stories

"No, I don't want that, food can wait. I can't contain this curiosity any longer." "Okay, fine. It's nothing to be paranoid about. I witnessed a murder case when I was coming back from work and it made me shocked down to my marrow." "A murderer case?" "Yes, it happened when this man brushed against..." She uttered, giving him the details. "My God! That's pathetic." "Honestly, I'm still shocked. Just a slap and it traversed her to another world." "Yeah, most people you see walking on the streets are walking dead. One slight altercation or rift between them can lead us into trouble."

They are also black like those who once came here and murdered many! The sailor sniffed and and said in a tearful voice: - One of the victims was my daughter, you know? She was your age. Every time I see the black eyes of that horrible being that his sailor is, I tremble with fear that I will be his next victim. I'm sorry to tell you, but he probably took you out of your parents' arms to bring you here and convince you to work for him. The world is just like that, full of cruel people.

he mocks, “New York City’s heartthrob exposed to be murderer. Just a few years ago, Silvan Rourke, WallStreet icon, stabbed his step-mother fifty times in the chest, back and throat…” Bile rises in my throat, threatening to choke me. The memories I had spent years burying suddenly erupt to the surface — Dorothy’s terrified eyes. Her screams of horror as she begged me to stop. And finally, the sick victorious smile on her lips when she finally breathed her last. I will never forget the sickening wave of panic that crashed through my system when I came down from that demonic high. I will never forget the blood that soaked my clothes and dripped down my arms.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I let out a sigh and lick my bottom lip. “How do I put this… I think there’s a monster on the loose causing these murders, and somehow your sons and I are involved. It’s like history’s repeating itself. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it was anything out of the ordinary till I read it for myself. What happens is the monster either possesses its victim or shape-shifts. I’m not sure, but it’s one of them, and the victims are usually one of the mates.” My stare drifts up to see she’s zoned out. Her face has gone pale, that whitish pallor that reminds me of the corpse I’ve seen. She doesn’t bat a lash, just remains still while she stares absently at me.

Everything just stopped again, and it was quiet, blank. It kept happening like that. I would struggle, trying to open my eyes, trying to make sense of the muffled words swirling around me. But my body wouldn't listen. My heart and brain were on one side, but my body refused to follow. I was stuck in this void where there was no pain, no feeling at all. *** "The long feared murderer who terrorized residents and left bodies at their neighbors' doorsteps has kidnapped eighteen-year-old Cheryl Mason." "These men make a total of 108 victims of the ruthless killer. Our prayers go out to their families, and we hope to find Cheryl Mason before it's too late."

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

But the worst thing was that there were still not enough clues to even suspect anyone. At this point the public learned more about the murders and it obviously became a hot topic. People couldn't believe that a human being would be willing to do something like this, and the most terrifying thing was that the murderer was literally biting off pieces of the victim's body. And through these distinctive elements of his murders, in the press, on television and Internet he was hailed as the 'Mad Dog'. And unfortunately, as it turned out later, this was only the beginning of a series of bloody murders.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

With the spaces marked, they both began signing the documents. “Other problems arose when discoveries of the deaths of non-family members in the area. A few, but the numbers of bodies added up. Most happened in the woods around the estate. Hunters, trappers, lumberjacks, and fishermen are mostly made up of the victim list. When news of Jack the Ripper hit these shores, the gossip fluctuated between animal attacks and a serial killer. Now the theories point to the family or a supernatural creature. I’m afraid I can’t tell you what creatures they believe could commit these murders. I believe none of these ideas make sense.” “That’s insane. Do you think the workmen encountered whatever it’s tha