Scary Mystery Novels & Stories

########## Michael’s POV The moment the call disconnected, I sat there gripping my phone, staring at the blank screen like it held the answer to why my chest felt so tight. Something was going on with Scarlett. I wasn’t just guessing, I knew. The hesitation in her voice, the way she tried too hard to sound indifferent, the way she cut the call too fast. And then there was that damn power outage. I didn’t know why, but the moment she had said it, something in my mind had snapped into place. Scarlett was afraid of the dark. The thought wasn’t something I had consciously tried to remember—it was just there, lodged in my brain like an instinct. And I didn’t know why.

he asked, his voice laced with concern. She couldn't explain it, couldn't articulate the chilling encounter. All she could do was point towards the shadows, her voice caught in her throat. The feeling of being watched remained, heavier now, more menacing, a chilling reminder that something dark and mysterious lurked beneath the surface of Dawnsville's seemingly harmless eccentricities. The mystery of Amelia's disappearance was now intertwined with a more sinister enigma, a chilling game of shadows and secrets that threatened to engulf them both.

It snakes around me, coils into my lungs, burrows deep into my bones. Sweat. Blood. Fear. My stomach curdles, my nails bite into my palms. The scent is wrong—familiar yet unnatural, layered with decay, as if something dead had walked too long in living skin. My breath comes sharp and shallow. I should go back inside. I should lock the door. Then the scent changes. It thickens, weaves through my mind, twists and digs like thorns. The world tilts. Shadows pulse at the edges of my vision. My throat tightens around a scream that won’t come. The scent—

"That's a very great taboo if someone hears you say so." But his words made me scoff, amused by his little worries and concerns. Little wonder he couldn't be the vampire lord. "Don't worry, Randy," I began to speak again, my voice calm and collected, "I know what I'm saying, and I'm one hundred percent sure about what you just heard." "I even tried using black magic in her pack to gauge her sensitivity in order to confirm if I was wrong, but she couldn't detect it." I said, shaking my head in awe. "A whole Xenra!"

I just wanted to be in his arms, safe and secure. My gaze was locked on Ryan as he picked up a mysterious object from the far end of the hall, his eyes narrowing as he crossed the room towards me, concern etched on his face. But as he rounded the corner, my heart leapt into my throat. Footsteps. An eerie crunch. Before Ryan could react, I screamed, the words tearing from my lips. “Ryan! Behind you!” But my warning came too late. A muffled groan escaped Ryan as a hand shot out from the shadows, jabbing a syringe into his neck.

I just needed to wash the stain away, even if it was to make it a bit better. The hallway to the restroom was empty. It seemed everyone was busy having fun in the hall. My eyes moved around. It felt eerie that somewhere was this silent in such a crowded hall. Finally, I was able to make it to the restroom. As soon as my hand held the door to open it, something covered my nose and mouth at once. There was a strange smile emitting from the person, but the longer the cover stayed on my nose, the more my senses were affected. I could feel the energy slipping away from my body until everywhere became dark.

“Please grab Cooper we need to go, like right now.” Slowly Lyrica gets to her f*et and trudges over to Cooper; who is now sitting up looking a bit disorientated. I wave my hand at him calling him to come over to me, slowly he nods his head and climbs to his f*e, with Lyrica’s help he is able to walk over to me and stand beside me. I explain what the monster had said to me and he nods his head in understanding. Slowly we head out, I count the steps in my head 1,2,3,4,5,6... This continues for what f*els like hours. We stop for lunch at step 580. Quickly we eat some of the food Cooper had packed and continue on our way. Meanwhile my brain is suffering from all the thoughts that are coming to m

Scratch. It's coming from the corner where the shadows are deepest. Near the water bottle I couldn't reach. Panic, quicker than the pain, pierces through my tiredness. I know that sound. It taps into a primal fear I've had since I was a child. The fear of things that scurry in the dark. Movement catches my eye. Small. Grey. Fast. Something darts along the baseboard. A mouse. My stomach drops. I press my back harder against the floor, trying to make myself disappear. It pauses, twitching its nose. It smells the blood on the floor. It smells the sickness in the air. Then, another one runs out from behind the chair. They are exploring.

“My guess is she had some sort of psychic gift, similar to Nick’s, that allowed her to attack our nervous system, heightening then deafening our senses to each extreme.” “Yeah, that makes sense. What about the spiders though?” “Spiders?” “Yeah, after the . . . darkness, there were hundreds—no, thousands of spider scrawling all over me. I fucking hate spiders . . . ” I’d almost forgotten that about him. I always found it extremely adorable how a heartless contract killer could be so maddeningly terrified of something so tiny and, generally, harmless. Damnit, Sarah. Stop remembering all the things you liked about this carpet-crunching son-of-a-bitch.

The reason of their fear was unknown as that direction is located at an intersection of the faculty's building's hallway. After they had left, almost instantly, a monstrous figure stepped out from that very direction, accompanied by a revolting stench of dead bodies. With every tread it took, it's several disoriented attached heads were gaping, mouthing an unknown curse. He was pretty sure that the Aunty's special cursed meatball dish was less scarier than that. Even while having those flashing thought in his mind, Taylor froze on the spot. His mind was jumbled up, divided between wanting to puke, run while screaming, or just faint there. His thoughts were again interrupted by Skar's hand ta