Scary Poems Short Novels & Stories

I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked just out of sight. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by a chilling howl that echoed through the deserted alleyways. My heart raced as I realized I was not alone. The city that had seemed empty before was now crawling with grotesque monsters, their twisted forms appearing from the shadows. Panic surged through my veins, and I instinctively started running.

The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared. The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkness surrounding me seemed to close in, suffocating and oppressive, as if it were alive, feeding off my fear. Every whisk of the wind sent shivers down my spine, each shadow morphing into sinister shapes that danced mockingly on the walls. My senses heightened, every rustle of leaves outside, every distant sound magnified into a potential threat. The air felt heavy, thrilling with the anticipation of

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

She turned her head again, scanning the blackness in terror. Blood red eyes burst through the black with a sudden flicker of Elika’s eyes, causing her to scream in shock. She reared back, overrun with terror as a shape began to form in the darkness; the face of death himself staring back at her. The dark menacing figure smiled, producing razor-like fangs. She stumbled as the creature laughed, losing her footing on the padded floor. Elika fell back, landing with a deafening thud on the ground. All sound faded from the room as she stared up at the beast, its true face shielded by the darkness.

She just met Freya, I got forgotten already. "What kind of way?" I turned to freya who was busy with her phone. Do you got a text? "Like bully you." oh I'm touched. "Am I suppose to be scared of what you said?" I said, sarcastic. "Just saying. This is the first time I saw Seymour like that." She turned back to her phone.

Clara let the old woman hold her hand and she stared straight into her pearlescent eyes. Then the woman’s body started to shake not from cold but from fear—intense horror she had never imagined to feel. That was when Clara discovered a new definition of scary in her vocabulary. Scary was looking in the woman’s eyes and not liking what she would see. Blood. An unknown place bathed in red. Fire. People screamed in agony. Their screams for help were like a tight vice around the heart. Destruction. Nothing else was left. Life slowly left the once lively and flourishing paradise. Death. The end that no one would ever ask for. Clara pulled her hand away when she felt the woman’s tight grip on her.

I ran, O I ran, but they grey wolf ran faster O mother, I cry in the air at thy door. Cry shoo! now cry shoo! but his fangs were so cruel, Thy son (save his hatchet) thou’lt never see more. Walter De La Mare.

My jaw aches from how tightly I've been clenching it. Even after I stumble away from the roots. Even after the body disappears from sight. Even after the smell begins to fade. My stomach continues to churn. Every shadow between the trees looks wrong. Every movement of leaves makes my pulse jump. And the image refuses to leave my mind. Grotesque. Haunting. Nightmarish. And to my horror, the forest seems to agree because finally it breaks its silence. Shrill screams rips through the darkness. I freeze. Another scream follows. This one louder than the first.

########## Scarlett's POV I was in my room that evening, flipping through a novel when the power went out so suddenly that for a second, I thought I had imagined it. One second, the warm light from my bedroom lamp lit up the room, creating long shadows on the walls, then darkness swallowed everything whole. My heart stopped. “No, no, no,” I whispered to myself. A thick silence filled the air, pressing against my ears and making the room feel smaller, heavier. I gripped the edge of the bed, my breath caught in my throat. I hated the dark. It was an old fear, one that never really left me, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. Something about the way the shadows crept in, the way the walls

The chasm loomed before her, an interminable corridor of fire and darkness. Though her heart raced with trepidation, Scarlett understood that surrendering to fear was not an option. She needed to press on, to discover an escape from this nightmarish realm before it was too late. With renewed resolve, Scarlett rose to her feet, her gaze probing the shadows for any hint of peril. The atmosphere was heavy with the sound of dripping water and the faint rumble of distant thunder. As she ventured deeper into the chasm, Scarlett encountered a figure lurking in the shadows. Tall and formidable, its eyes glowed like embers in the gloom.