Scary Novels & Stories

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

Maybe іt’ѕ the fear. It ѕееmѕ so dаrk I саn’t ѕее mоrе than a fеw fееt ahead, аnd I nеаrlу ѕtumblе. I start tо раnіс. Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

she whispered without looking at me. “Scared? With what?” What the fuck? “With you,” she answered right away. I sighed. “I would never hurt you, Hailey. Why are you scared of me?” I asked desperately. “You look scary.” She was still looking at her hands and never made any eye contact with me again. I touched my face. What made Hailey scare of me? Do I really look like a monster? I had a thin line scar, but it wasn’t visible unless you took a closer look.

FRIGHTEN. To make someone afraid or anxious; to cause fear in a profound or sudden way. Following Liam’s confession, Dylan was engulfed by an intense, destructive BPD episode. The betrayal triggered a full 'split,' turning his world instantly from black-and-white to a terrifying monochrome of hatred and self-loathing. Anna was forced to confront the violent reality of his illness, stepping fully into the role of psychiatrist to de-escalate a situation that was genuinely frightening, all while wrestling with the overwhelming knowledge of his pain.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Razor rubbed his thumb gently and understandingly over Malia's hand, trying to soothe her as tears began to build in her emerald eyes. Scar straddled his bike whilst he sucked desperately on a cigarette. His anxiety was getting the best of him. He found himself fidgeting and subtly bouncing his knee trying to ease his train wreck of a head. It wasn't that he was scared, Scar wasn't scared of anything, he was just nervous that he would lose control in a place that wouldn't understand him. He would never hurt anyone without reason, except when he falls into the black abyss of his own loneliness, anxiety and tragic history.

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

I can feel the goosebumps creeping up on my skin and I feel cold all of a sudden - I know that feeling, I'm scared, I'm scared to death not yet, I thought it was over “but who do we have here? Isn't that Satan's child? »