Scary Pictures Stories Novels & Stories

I want—need—to do something else. I pause to stare at the carvings that seem to be telling a story I don't understand. Wolves, strange beasts, even what looks like…vampires. I place my finger on a vivid carving of a wolf. A great surge of electricity jolts down my spine. I let out a loud groan, taking cautious steps backwards. What in the world just happened? “Someone seems curious about the legend.”

Perhaps extremely unpleasantly prolonged in time . Kit shuddered and a new wave of perspiration covered her body. Images from the most terrifying thrillers and horror films ever seen flashed through my head. At once I remembered all the stories I read about real crazy perverts who did monstrous things with their victims! Tears welled up in my eyes and it became impossible to breathe again.

"Just her fingernails are more beautiful than your whole being. You know what? You can have the room to yourself." I picked up a pillow and left, banging the door so hard that the entire house shook. KINGDOM OF THE GHOSTS OF TERROR A multitude of naked figures could be seen in the dark all sitting before a terrifying figure sitting on a throne with a golden crown on his head. From the aura, he was exuding and how all the figures before him slightly bowed their heads to him, it was obvious that he was their king. A great terrifying scary king with a scar so deep running across his cheek down to his jaw. He was merely sitting yet was towering over everyone. It can't be mistaken to call him a g

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.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

If you think that the only place that can possibly be haunted are old structures and ancient homes, think again dear reader. And if you believe that these sort of scary stories can happen only after the sun goes down, then you are definitely in for a big surprise. Presenting a terrifying tale about a woman in blank as told by a security guard working the day at a typical shopping mall… And this story happened only in one day, too. Ready? Well, even if you’re not, I hope you enjoy it.

The rapist lay motionless on the floor with his sightless eyes wide open. I sprung back in terror, picked myself up and rushed towards the door . I flung the unlocked door wide open and rushed blindly into the sunlight outside crushing the leaves under my feet . I fled along the pavement outside screaming "I killed him ,I killed him I killed him." As I stood in the bushes outside weeping hysterically , I heard the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt at the entrance of the building where I had been kept as an unwilling guest by the kidnappers . The hugh scare faced man stepped out of the car .I guess he also noticed the car of his accomplice still parked in the driveway. He saw the door

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

I kept them open. He came back with a plate in his hand—an ice-cream plate. “Sit still, snowflake.” “What are you doing with that?” I couldn’t help asking. “Shut up and do what I asked.” I stayed where I was, deeper on the table. He parted my legs wider, opened the plate, and poured a considerable amount of cold ice cream directly onto my pussy. The sudden freeze made me shudder hard. A sharp scream tore out of me. He didn’t give me time to recover.

I blinked several times in an attempt to focus, sucking in my breath when I was finally able to comprehend what I was seeing. "Carmen, don't. Leave those alone," he commanded, quickly heading in my direction. Even with only the light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the glossy photos, it was enough to allow me to realize the horror depicted on every one of them. I jerked one into my hand, trying to keep a rational mind. The photographs were horrible, the scenes of various murders unlike anything I'd seen before, either in real life or on television. I was pulled into a vacuum, my mind unable to process the information completely.