Scary Poems Short の小説・ストーリー

"Someone! Anyone!" My cries echoed in the silent space, swallowed by the trees and lost in the rustle of leaves. The moon, before a friendly face, turned into a sharp, cold stare looking down from the darkness A sudden deep growl, rough and scary like a wild animal, rumbled up from the darkness below. My heart froze, my blood turning to ice. I squinted into the gloom, trying to see what made that sound. Two eyes, bright yellow like burning coals, stared back at her, mirroring my fear.

something isn"t right. I feel this… unsettling energy." Vicky, a brave and adventurous spirit, tried to shrug off her friend"s anxieties. "It"s just the full moon, Jessica. Why are you always so jumpy about it?" But Jessica couldn"t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. "I don"t know." she said, her voice gaining a shaky edge. "But I have this premonition, this awful feeling that something terrible is about to happen." Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night, echoing through the forest. It was a sound that sent shivers down their spines, a sound that could only be described as pure terror.

And in that moment, as the oil seeped into my being, she vanished. The room fell into an eerie silence, heavy with unsettling stillness. A shiver ran down my spine as I let out a piercing scream, the sound ripping through the air, breaking the haunting quietude. My voice trembled with fear and confusion, for it seemed as though something otherworldly had invaded my very being.

The darkness played tricks on my mind, whispering haunting thoughts and conjuring phantoms in the depths of my imagination. "I am sorry. Please, let me out," I whispered, my words a plea to the uncaring void that surrounded me. Desperation laced my voice, hoping that somehow my plea would be heard. Curled up in a corner, I trembled uncontrollably, my entire body quivering with fear. Despite the chill of winter, sweat trickled down my forehead, a testament to the sheer terror that gripped my being. The oppressive darkness seemed to press against my skin, making it difficult to breathe.

How could I expect her to trust me so easily when I was essentially a stranger to her? As a werewolf, my heightened senses made me acutely aware of every shift in her emotions. It was both a blessing and a curse, especially now when I wished I could shelter myself from her fear. "I won't hurt you, Skye," I found myself saying, a desperate attempt to alleviate her fear. "I know," she replied, and it was then that I realized her fear wasn't just of me. It was of the unknown, the world she was suddenly thrust into, the dangerous past she unknowingly had.

They open their eyes and reveal a vicious glow, they said in unison, “The bloody moon is sacred, that horrible glow will gone in no time. But this is the bloody night! Who dare parasite this night of a bloody escape?” The fastest they open their eyes, the fastest they shut it just they pondered the matter. They rest their hope upon the scary-face man atop the pagoda, murmured for the last time, “Our might is in brink of collapse, so make this parasite go away all at once. We must go out this place before we are consume by this horrible place...” The scary-face man reveal a vicius curve in his lips, and said with freezingly cold, “Everyone, I know you saw what I saw, hear what I hear!”

Confused by her presence, Not knowing what to do Pepper Rei could sense That something was not quite right And she fought the urge To take flight From this pale, blond, tiny thing So she hurried a step away And before she could track Her way back To the first floor, Well! She was on Eight, With a suddenness, She saw a looming figure fade. Zombie Ghosts? Now, with an urgency to save her life She screamed at the top of her lungs Waking all the after-lives Behold! They screamed with her To start the fright In Missy who couldn't stop sobbing Her eyes teary and her nose Red. Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke

She thought of something that could make her sleep, like a song, she decided to try singing, she remembered one of the newest song she had memorized "I'm not scared of the dark" " I’m not scared of the dark I’m not running, running, running No, I’m not afraid of the fall I’m not scared, not at all Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark? I’m not scared I’m not scared, even from the start I’m not scared of the dark Of the dark, mmm" she sniffed she was about crying "I’m not scared of the dark I ain’t never scared, I ain’t never scared I’m not running, running, running

There is writing on the wall, written with what looks like real blood. A DARK NIGHT SUDDENLY LIT WITH FIRE, A SILENT NIGHT SUDDENLY FILLED WITH SCREAMS, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE THE GRASP OF DEATH, OH YOU LITTLE ONE, WHO SHOULD BE NEXT?

We’re outnumbered. Flashes of pain, smoke, blood, desperation. The scent of Uncle Mark rushing in on the wind. Hope. But too late. It skips again. Ryan’s scream splits the world. I feel it. May. Lifeless. ⸻ I jolt back, gasping. The vision rips away like a cruel tide, leaving a pit of cold horror in my stomach. My hands are shaking. Everyone’s staring at me. But I don’t speak. Not yet. Because the scream is still echoing in my bones.