Scary Poems Short Novels & Stories

Fiasca laughed out loud. "I am a businesswoman, after all." Emma shrugged her shoulder's as if it was nothing. "Yeah, the iron lady." Fiasca grumbled in disdain. **************** Short poetry for my lovely readers: It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set:

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

A voice whispered softly, too softly into his ears and although he didn't hear anything, he could make out what it was: WHEN THE FIRMAMENT BECOMES FILTHY WITH BARBARIC BATS, AND THE GROUND BEGINS TO REVOLT BY SPUTTERING OUT APPETIZING RED LIQUIDS AND ENTICINGLY GALLING SKELETONS, SCAMPER OFF TO YOUR SECURE NESTS, DEAR HUMANS, AND INHALE EVERY FEELING OF PROTECTION. FOR WITHIN THE SPACE OF TWO HEARTBEATS, THE "SANCTUARY" FEELING WILL BE LOST

In his hands, he gripped a gleaming, sharp knife that glinted in the eerie moonlight. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes frantically scanned the surroundings, desperately searching for an escape route. Dread consumed me as I realized I was trapped, surrounded on all sides by these threatening figures. Fear coiled around me like a suffocating serpent, and a whirlwind of terrifying thoughts swirled through my mind, envisioning the horrors they could inflict upon me. "Did ya lose somethin', pretty?" Another one jeered, his mocking tone echoing through the night. The rest of them erupted in a cruel laughter, their malicious intent in the air.

the closes between us are so less that it making my heart beat so fast " What - what do you mean" there was a hint of fear in my voice " Face your fear" " Work in this darkness " he ordered firmly. " Huh" My lips tremble in confusion. "Find the remaining file yet to be found "with that he blow the candle once again creating darkness around us and was about to leave me " My vision Get blurry I feel fear in the hair on the back of my neck it is like a invisible finger running along my spine " SAAD! Saad ! Believe me I am scared of darkness " I almost cried

But suddenly, the oppressive atmosphere hit us like a wave. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay. A chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were not alone. And then, suddenly, a blood-curdling howl shattered the silence, making us jump with fear. It was coming from behind us, and it sounded so close, so menacing, that we knew we were in trouble.

came out and appears in front of her. "Arra...come to me. I've been waiting on you for so long," said the scary man with a deep voice. "Go away! Please, go away! Daddy! Help me!" she screamed so loud. Hoping that someone can hear her voice. Her body was shaking in fear as she silently chanting a prayer. A minute had passed and she didn't hear the voice again. She wants to open her eyes to check if the scary man was still there but she couldn't do it. Afraid that once she opens her eyes she will only discover that the man was still there and still staring at her with a creepy look.

Shit, I had to meet with sickos this night. "Let's take her home with us then."I swear, my heart hampered against my ribs. The unrhymed beats of my heart scaring me to the depth of my hallowing fear. Peeking through my arm, they brought up their feet one after the other and before I knew it, they are hovering over me and I shrieked when I felt their hands on me.

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

“Sometimes the scariest thing isn’t what you see… it’s what remembers you.” 🌙 Aaira’s scream echoed through the night. Rain continued falling as she rushed toward her brother. 💔 “Ilyaan!” She dropped to her knees beside him. His body was cold. His eyes were closed. And his breathing was unusually slow. 😨 For a terrifying moment, Aaira thought she had lost him. Then suddenly— Ilyaan opened his eyes. 👁️