Scary Mystery Books Novels & Stories

It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and take a book that looks the most interesting out of all the books I saw. 'In the Woods' by Tana French.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

“Or whenever you decide to. “ I came to the woods looking for him. Mike comes hunting here alone, and for some reason, he doesn’t want me to see his wolf. I thought we had already discussed this and I could finally see him tonight. “Apparently, not. “ I mutter and start walking again, when I hear his steps, coming right after me. “Finally, “I think, smirking. I continue walking, resisting the urge to turn around when I see a huge shadow, moving to my right. I freeze, dead in my tracks. The gigantic shadow moved so fast that I wasn’t sure if I had really seen it, or if my imagination was playing tricks on me. I take a careful look around. Nothing. I feel like prey- and I am unable to see my

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

I asked by my gestures. "Eating meatballs at Takim's," replied Julia by her gestures. In the living room, I saw a pile and rows of old books. Books were not like academic books. Even if it was called a novel, it might be from the action-conspiracy-horror-thriller-mystery genre. Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps.

I spoke casually to him, not minding if he gets angry. " I'm afraid that it impossible!" He states, and I found myself asking him again. "Why it is impossible?" "How about I show you!" He explains while moving to his room. After a while he came back with the book between his hands, he then handed it to me. The moment I took the book, I noticed nothing weird about it. Well, there was a tiny weird thing about it. on the middle of its cover came a sentence that says. { If you are able to read this, then know that only one drop of your blood can open the book of mystery.}

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

Sure enough, under everyone's gaze, the young woman who had just run out was instantly enveloped in black mist as soon as she stepped out of the cafeteria. A scream echoed from within, and the mist slowly transformed into a red, blood-like fog. When the red fog finally dissipated, all that remained on the ground were bloodstains and a few bones. At that sight, the remaining few abandoned any thoughts of escaping. It was the first time I had seen such fear in their eyes. Their gazes, however, were fixed on my father, who stood beside me.

Which still leaves the million dollar question unanswered how did they bring in a corpse and drag out two 6’3 foot men out of this damn hotel without anyone realising? “Justin, please stop by the hospital, check with Dr Adams if the autopsy report is ready.” I said to Justin in the elevator on the way down to the lobby, Justin’s face lit up at the mention of Dr Adams, talk about a crush. Driving back to my apartment went by in a blur, I had been back in my study, going through more files when my phone started to ring “Talk to me Justin.” I said while putting my phone on speaker, “There’s an identical cutlery set being sold in an antique store here in Seattle, do you want to check it out or s