Scary Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

“You smell… nice.” I’m scared.

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Pain. Scream. Pain. Pain. Pain.

A raw face of the human wickedness. Indiscriminate scammers are the cruelest and most diabolic pranksters. People with no remorse. Who`re always on the run and lonely. The most heartless in the industry who won`t hesitate to begin their evilness. For them every creature is a potential prey, be it a neighbor, a friend, a tribe`s person, a relative, a fellow citizen or a foreigner, all of them are the same before him. Those practicing this form are always the first to perish prematurely in the game, and nobody bothers enough. In their mindsets, they are always buried before their true funeral.

She continues to count up until sixty-six, as she stops and draws a sinister smile whispering. “Sixty-six?” asking, yet is only tormenting and playing with the word and the thought that suddenly comes inside her mind. She draws a sinister smile as she whispers. “Wonderful.” With her pointer finger up and drawing the number unto the cold smoke. She tilted her head slightly to her left as she observes the number that somehow and only unto her sight is dancing menacingly. “Beautiful. Such a beautiful number isn’t it?” Asking for the sinister thing as she is now dwelling and worst into the well of darkness she chooses, yet in truth is being laid right in front of her. She slowly draws a Chester-