Scary Pictures Stories Novels & Stories

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no… Just one moment I can see someone falling on the roof, and then someone gets hit by a car, someone was hit on the head, and in one moment there is now water… corpse… dead bodies lying on the ground, faces filled with blood, this is so horrifying… I want to vomit… This… this is ninth… But what is more terrifying is that all of them… I can’t see their faces yet I know who they are… Glub glub glub I can even someone coughing while catching her breath… and the shouts that were tearing my ear off me… gunshots and all… even the skin ripped by a blade…

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

I asked her curiously as I sat comfortably on her couch and the three of them sat on the big one adjacent to mine. "Well, I believe that there's nothing to be scared of. The ghosts, vampires, witches, and werewolves are just in the books. Right? Fiction. Not real." My oblivious girlfriend explained, and that made the three of us, supermarket beings, look at each other. If you just knew, Pryce. None of us here is purely human. "Uh, yeah, yeah. They're just in the books. Horror books. They are a product of one's creative minds… and to scare people." Sander agreed with her best friend. Now, I really don't know how we will tell Pryce about the whole truth.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

, Clinton chipped in with a crazy chuckle. “Wow! Bring it on, I love scary stories. My favorites movies are horror movies”, Enola said with certain level of boldness. The guys were already challenged because they can’t object at that moment owing to the one fact that a girl was already bold. They wouldn’t want to be the weak ones. “Please don’t make it too scary…. I want to sleep well this night”, Ella warned. With her warning, it was obvious that everyone of them wanted to hear the story, no matter how scary it looked.

"Silly. After everything we have been through before, I believe this one was not close enough to hold a candle when it comes to our most terrifying encounter." Jace exclaimed with an incredulous expression on his face. But before Allan could even argue back, Steve already interjected and requested everyone's attention. "I think you all should see this. I shared the same sentiment as Allan. He's right and we would be foolish if this does not scare us, especially if the fence is as high as this one." As he said that, Steve pointed to the black-and-white illustration in the book. "Graes have a reputation for eating children and grinding their bones to dust, no?"

Eventually the electricity stopped, and the pictures began flickering again. I breathed heavily through the pain, forcing the tears to keep away. Just as I was able to catch my breath, the pictures stopped again on another grotesque image of a dead wolf. Only this time, the wolf was hanging upside down from a pole. Its bottom half was that of a wolf, but the top half, the arms and chest, was human. The human head sat on a spike next to the body, only it had large fangs poking out of its open mouth. It was gross, sad, and scary. It made me want to cry again. I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.