Scary Sandman Novels & Stories

Said Sandro still following his steps, "You know, I can enter your room even if you lock it from the inside? The more you avoid me, the more I will catch you. Amanda is a creature who likes challenges, remember?" "What do you want!" She said annoyed and turned to him. Sandro did not look surprised at all, he stood with a relaxed posture. "You! All of you! Your body, your soul, your voice, your mind, your touch... All yours!" His reply is casual, as if his words are natural. "I'm human, you're a monster. We're different!" Strictly speaking, he is starting to get annoyed with his overly relaxed posture, he smiled at times when Amanda is burning with emotion. He is even happier when Amanda is a

Audrey said. They were quietly tip-toeing to the vined trees when a creature suddenly emerged from the back of a tree. "Arghh!!!" Sandra screamed, looking at the hulking, demonic creature with razor-sharp claws and teeth. Immediately, the monstrous Carnifex dived in Sandra's direction, but Mark was quick to drop the girls he was carrying to the floor and jumped in front of Sandra, a purple barrier instantly forming in front of him and keeping the monster away. "Grrrrr...mmm..." The Carnifex growled low in anger.

His arm went to my waist, and not long after that, I was already in the air. "You don’t need to answer. It’s better for you to sleep so that the effects of the drug won’t be severe. It’ll help with your headaches." I find myself nodding and smiling at him. I am in a dangerous situation, and I still have the nerve to be comfortable with this guy. I don’t even know him. The pain that I felt earlier seemed to be more bearable... Maybe because he releases a good and soothing smell. Shoot! He smells very nice. A mixture of sandalwood and fresh mint. I didn’t know that I would be a sucker for someone else’s perfume.

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

Oh no, there is something about it that screams danger. “Do you still want to play,” she pouts, bending down to caress the men's beards.”Daddy do you still wanna play?” The man now has a grimace. He seems terrified by the Lycan princess. He tries to stand up, but she pushes him back so that he is still on his knees. “Oh!! My Princess Lycan I was only—kid–ding–” “Keep your mouth shut,” Sandra says, her eyes changing gold and suddenly, return back to the normal color. The man bows, I'm sure his neck is hurting.

the voice wheezed, the sound of sandpaper on bone. The closet door swung wide, not pushed by a hand, but kicked open with a violent force that sent the wood splintering against the wall. The man stepped out. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in rags that smelled of wet earth and ancient decay. His eyes were milky, sightless, yet they locked onto mine with a terrifying, supernatural precision. I didn't run. I couldn't. I was paralyzed, anchored to the floor as he took a step forward, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet on tangled strings.

" Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture. Tristan grabbed the phone and slammed it to the ground. The screen cracked. "Tristan?" "Get out!" Jordan, bewildered, didn't understand what had triggered Tristan. He picked up the phone and ran off. The others exchanged awkward glances. "Tristan, maybe you should call Esther. It could just be someone who looks like her." Tristan held his phone but suppressed the urge to call her. The image of Esther holding hands with that man from the reunion flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

The voice snapped rudely at her. “I'm s.. so… sorry.” Veronica quickly apologized, but from her voice it was still obvious that she was terribly scared. Who wouldn't be? She was literally talking to someone she was yet to see. If that isn't scary, what else could? “Just quiet down. You're stuck here now.” The voice said again, and this time, Veronica’s heart sank down into her stomach. Something was strange though. The voice sounded a little bit familiar, and unfamiliar at the same time, but she could not really place where she had heard it from, because the voice was quite hoarse, sounding like the person had some sort of untreated sore throat.