Scary Numbers Novels & Stories

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 .

- John Carl, I am agitated and keeps stomping silently my foot I sprint silently at the post where I'm in the middle of the tree and the post, and there is this structure called expressPay, which gave a small platform that gives me some moments to breathe "hoooo.. ha.. ha ... this too tiring, oh god I need some miracle"- John Carl being scared and at the same time is terrified makes me feels numb though my mind still not believing what I'm seeing, the reality was too harsh and every time I try to peak, the zombies never leave their place!

“Scorpions, scorpions, so many scorpions... It’s terrifying... They want me to eat... eat them all... Ha ha ha ha!” Her words were insane, making no sense. Luna Sandra furrowed her brow deeply. “Hurry, pull her away, all of you!”

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....."

“It’s just… numbers. We weren’t saying anything bad about-” “Numbers.” I tilt my head. “Let me tell you something about numbers. I spent years surrounded by them. Rows and rows of wolves who thought they could fuck me into obedience. I survived them all. Numbers don’t scare me. The higher the numbers, the more they’ll bleed.” The Beta closest to me shifts uncomfortably, throat bobbing.

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.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

WORLD: DRACULA CASTLE – DEATHS / RATINGS / AUTHOR BURN WORLD: CARNIVAL – FEAR INDEX / LAUGHTER INDEX WORLD: GAME CITY – SPECTACLE METRICS / TARGET VALUE Bars and numbers crawled under each heading. DEATHS: HIGH, RATINGS: HIGH, AUTHOR BURN: MODERATE. FEAR INDEX: PEAKED CYCLE 287, CURRENT: STABLE. SPECTACLE METRICS: ABOVE TARGET. “‘Author burn’,” I read aloud, the words sticking. Selene’s mouth tightened.

I filed it away—leverage for when he’d come collecting. His eyes flicked up, holding mine. The chain around his neck swayed, catching the light. His sleeve rode up, revealing the countdown scar again. His scars glowed faintly—*603*—same as mine. My own numbers flared in response, a silent scream trapped under cotton. My breath hitched. He yanked his sleeve down, eyes flashing a warning: * His eyes locked onto mine, a silent dare. *Ask*, they said. *I’ll lie.* So I let the numbers hang between us, twin nooses in the dark. I understood then—we were both tallying days. For a second, I saw it—the boy beneath the scars, the one who still remembered how to be kind. Then he looked down, fingers ret