Scary Novels & Stories

The smile on Scott’s face grew even more somber and cold. As cracked his neck, he looked like a psychotic killer. A single glance at him would send a shiver down one’s spine. Let alone Cameron and the rich kids, even Scott’s subordinates could feel their hearts pounding with fear. It was because they knew that Scott’s expression showed that he was furious and was out for blood. In that state, he was extremely dangerous and terrifying! They had seen him mercilessly torture his opponents and tear one limb from limb.

I nodded to my brother. “So when someone is scared, you can smell it. It’s not really a scent, per say… But you will know because your Vampire side will go insane, restless even. Pushing you towards the fear.” I said. “So what happens when you get it? The fear? Well the person exuding the fear, at least.” He asked. “It’s like the most extreme sense of satisfaction you could ever feel. It’s honestly a rush, like an extreme rush.” I said.

I let him take it. "Scarlett, what's happening to you?" I shook my head. "I don't know. The marker is accelerating. I can feel things I couldn't feel before. Sense things I couldn't sense. I can hear infected from miles away. I can feel their presence. Their hunger." "That's not normal." "Nothing about me is normal." Adrian's grip tightened. "Scarlett, I'm scared." "Scared of what?" "Scared of losing you." I looked at him.

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—

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

Horror Scared Shaking Crying This is my situation. Who’s going to accept after watching me with my real color? Don’t know how he’s feeling? He needs to know. He saw me now. Then why is he not saying something? Opening my bra I turn. His eyes widened with horror. The Reflection in the mirror describes his situation. His eyes were running everywhere but not on me.

The voice said and I was frightened beyond my level, and started shivering. " You can't do anything. You will kill me, who is scared to even come in front of me? " Shaurya challenged him with his sarcastic laugh. Is he crazy or what?? It is not the time to be sarcastic. " You want to see me?? Why?? I am not pretty like your companion... Don't be scared after you see me. " The spooky voice said and laughed weirdly. " Let's see if I am scared or not. Come out of your hiding place. Or are you too scared to come in front of me? " Shaurya roared.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.