Scary Novels & Stories

It seemed that their performance tonight would get them a lot of comments and bully from CreepyHells Channel fans. After leaving the house, they got back into the car and drove straight home. On the way, Luna looked back several times while continuing to feel uncomfortable. "Hey, what's going on?" asked Elly. "I feel like something is following us." "Who?" Sean who was driving was curious as he looked in the rearview mirror, but the road was empty and there was no one else but them. "I don't know. I just feel like... there's something wrong." Luna felt a bit nervous, and suddenly.... "Sean, watch out!"

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

I muttered, my voice sounding thin in the darkened room. I felt a prickle of unease at the back of my neck. I tried to mute the TV. The laughter didn't stop, but it transformed. It became a shrill, high-pitched cackle that sounded less like a laugh and more like a scream of triumph. The hairs on my arms stood up. This wasn't a glitch. This wasn't a software bug. This was a response. I was being toyed with. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird in a cage of bone. I reached for the power button on the side of the TV. My hand was shaking, my sweat making the plastic casing slick. I jabbed it hard.

He drifted closer, his long, pale fingers almost touching my cheek. The icy chill made me tremble. I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. "You look... frightened," he whispered, his voice as light as a feather but utterly terrifying. 【OMG, that close-up!】 【The Boss is into the streamer!】 【Use your charm!】 【No, no, this feels dangerous!】 【Harper, don't fall for it!】 【Wait! I see something!】 【Look at their foreheads! The symbols are glowing!】

Scar sighed, not for calmness, but for the dread that was building at the pit of her stomach. "The thing is...." the call ended abruptly. Scar blinked in confusion and hurriedly tried to dial the number again, only to realize that her phone had gone off. "Just great!"

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

I was shaking uncontrollably; I had to grab something to support my body. I could feel them moving towards me silently, snarling. I could hear their roar. I could even see one jaguar because it was in front of me while another one was behind me. I’m dead today! I thought. My hands were clammy and sweat gathered on my forehead, despite the chilly night. I wanted to run for safety, but my feet seemed rooted to the ground. What do I do? Where the hell is Luther? They roared again and made me jump in fear. I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees.

He stated. "Yes, I don't. But that doesn't mean I want you to stay behind." I declare, before closing my eyes to force my statement out. "What's it, Scarlett?" Orlan question, because he noticed that I'm holding in some unsaid words. I forced my eyes open and then tears started falling from my eyes. I have never behaved weak in front of others, but in Orlan, cause I just break down easily. "I'm scared!" I mumble while biting my lower lip. "I'm scared that other supernatural creatures would come and invade the mansion. Besides wolves, witches, and Vampires have all done their worst, but I haven't seen elves, dragons, zombies....."

She snarled at me, and I smiled. "Judging the book by the cover, eh?" I said to her and walked to my room. It wasn't long before I entered my room that I heard Lucian enter and call her to his room. The idiot was actually going to go through with it. I knew I had to stop him because he was making a huge mistake. I walked to Lucian's room, and he looked at me. I looked at Scarlett; she had that scowl on her face, but something else was radiating. I felt her fear. I could smell it. She was afraid of Lucian.