Scary Murders Stories Novels & Stories

hunchbacked brother of the old woman. deaf from birth and with a grim appearance, he lived in the dark and smelly basement of the house, with spiders, rats and vampire bats. As time passed, Miss Parker was indifferent to her neighbor; but nevertheless, from a few days to now, she noticed him uneasy. "He must be crazier than ever," said Miss Parker to herself. Doctor Pierre examined the newspapers and after giving a formal farewell greeting, he went inside the house. A dark shadow hidden behind a rickety window in the Parker house, watched the doctor's movements with interest. After sitting in the soft chair of his library, the Grand Master, he began to read the newspaper headlines. A timid

“Check this out. He documented three nearly identical murders in that same area. 1914, 1951, and 1968. All with the same pattern—slit throats, no signs of entry, houses locked tight. There’s just enough time between them that nobody made the connection—except Anthony. He noted that he was keeping an eye out for a fourth.” She turned the journal toward us. The entries were detailed and clear—maps, names, dates, and disturbing consistencies. “And now here we are,” William said, nodding slowly. “No way one person could’ve pulled off murders that far apart in age,” I noted. “Exactly,” Alexandra agreed. “Alright. I’m in. But we’re not hitting the road tonight, right?” Alexandra gave a small shrug

He heard Stephen laughing. "Show off". He muttered. "Why? You didn't like me"? He faked a hurt and Callum glared. "Okay. Back to serious talk. Why me"? Callum asked again and Stephen was silent for a while.. "You see, if we are just a Vampire, our senses are heightened in different aspects. We can mingle easily. Like not much easily, because staying with a Human, where we could smell their blood is really hard for us to resist". Stephen explained a bit..

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

ders and the reason for the purpose of murders. So far, they have got nothing in their hands. I was standing rooted to the ground while my head hanging low in shame. I am the culprit; I am a murderer who killed all those students in the woods. But if i tell anyone that i shifted into a wolf and went on a crazy mode before killing them off, will they believe me? I doubted my own humanity. I was anxious and my heart was pounding in my chest. The beats could be heard to anyone standing too close to me. I noticed someone grabbed my hands and tightened the grip.

Kim's eyes widened. "I mean, I heard from people before that there's a ferocious monster living in this place. Five years ago, a family was murdered by an unknown criminal. When the police examined their corpses, they found out that their body parts, like liver and heart, were missing. Someone saw a werewolf monster roaming around when the moon turned full." Kim's eyes widened again. He didn't know if he believed in werewolves because it was only a story. "Kim, let me tell you that please don't go outside at night," Elder Gina reminded him. "Okay, Elder Gina," Kim agreed.

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It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city. More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first... - You are using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines. - This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against the two communities of vampires and werewolves. - The old vampire said. Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows,

, he said as he passed by and didn't see her. It's been two weeks and 3 murders we're already being investigated. One was torn to pieces, the other strangled ,and the other was drowned, all girls of the same age. The investigative team believe it was a serial killer that was committing these murders. The killer didn't have an MO so they really could noy create a pattern except the age group. At the BTG camp, Sandro had called a meeting with a few top werewolves and vampires to discuss the recent killings of mundanes by the Scourge.

Stella Grace was quite sad as she listened to the story. She thought of Dante and her past. The scariest thing in the world was not wild beasts, but human's hearts. The massacre in Tavers Village and the extermination of this family were the real examples. Wild beasts would not hurt people when they were full, but devils would never be satisfied. Stella was a little distressed, and she asked, "Has any investigation been made on this matter? The death of 17 people is undoubtedly a serious case."