Scary Novels & Stories

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!"

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

A cold voice rang in his ear. “Old Scar” turned stiffly, meeting Jack’s blood-red wolf eyes. “I…” Jack didn’t give him a chance to speak. He grabbed “Old Scar” by the neck, and the powerful Alpha pressure instantly shattered “Old Scar’s” already fragile spirit, weakened by greed. “You…you…” “Old Scar’s” pupils dilated instantly. He seemed to see countless sea monsters surging from the deep sea, and a hallucination of himself being torn to pieces. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

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.

"Why would I turn back when I have become something magnificent, something beyond the limits of mortality?" Scarlett felt a shiver run down her spine as Emily's monstrous laughter echoed through the air. The sound was filled with malice, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed her sister's soul. Her heart raced, her fear mingling with determination as she faced this formidable entity before her.

Pain. Scream. Pain. Pain. Pain.

She's panicking and her eyes are teary. “No, no! Please! Please don't call them! I don't like there!” I cried. “I don't want that place! THAT PLACE IS A HELL! DO YOU… DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO F*CKING CALL THEM!” As I said those words, my head starts spinning and then I moment later, I heard a voice. A woman's voice. It's shouting hysterical and you can hear the broken sound of the things she’s throwing out.

She could not see it clearly because it was dark, but she could tell that it was horrible. "Can you manage?" She asked. "I will try," he said and tried to stand up but she pulled him down. "Wait, Oscar is not here," She said and watched as the zombies come and go, ignoring them. "We have to think of a way to conceal our scent. What are we going to do about it? We have to do it before we move back to the cage. Freddy is not friendly" she added. "Yes. I have been thinking of that too" he groaned.

they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it. "Wait till I catch you, you're a dead meat" as Satcey said that I began running around the sitting room with her chasing me. She chased until she got tired and gave up. "This isn't funny Whitney...waking someone up with cold water really" Erick yelled, only if he knew that it was more than just cold water. Stacey turned to stare at them and she burst into laughter, like who wouldn't? Mascara was trailing down their faces. The boys exchange confused looks with themselves.

"Does my size intimidate you?" For once, Scarlett decided to be honest. "I like big men, but... You're pretty insane, so yes, it does frighten me." "Insane?" There was a smile in his voice. "You know what you've done already. I don't have to explain myself for thinking that thought!"