Scary Store Novels & Stories

I paused Rocky. Maddison: SOMEONE TRASHED MY STORE. A picture. Glass everywhere. Shelves overturned. Books torn apart. My stomach dropped. My chest went so tight I couldn't breathe. Maddison: I AM SO SCARED, CORIAN. Everything inside me exploded. Anger. Pure rage. Someone hurt her. Someone destroyed her store. Someone made her scared. I'll kill them. Whoever did this. I'll find them. And I'll make them wish they were never born.

I used a scarf to pack my hair and threw on a scarf that covered a part of my face. I arrived at the market only to see a group of people gathering round a liquor store. With a smirk on my face, I drew closer to the crowd and saw the owner of the liquor store shouting at Hailey. "Get out of my store you thief! Or are you here to steal my drinks too?" She asked with as her eyes widened. Her voice was so loud that it made the attention of some of the pack members who didn't care to look initially turn around and focus their gaze on her.

She shook her head and came to a stop, looking around to see where she was and to try to establish whether or not Thanatos was still nearby. Staring at rows of cereal boxes, Ru got an eerily familiar sensation and goosebumps climbed up her arms. It hadn’t taken long for her to establish she was in a grocery store, but this wasn’t any ordinary supermarket. It was the one she frequented on a weekly basis. Apparently, Thanatos was no longer afraid of being caught by her backup Keepers. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms and slowly headed toward the frozen foods section.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

The sunlight coming in through the colorful glass turned into a dim and colorful beam, adding a romantic touch to this beautiful store. Lydia walked in it like a fish swimming in a sea of dreams. Oh, and the store was playing songs with a French flair, and Lydia was admiring the merchandise in the store while walking with her feet tapping as if she was attending some sort of time-traveling mystery ball. "Careful, miss." A large hand held up her arm to prevent her from bumping into a huge piece of porcelain. "Oh, thank you." Lydia covered her chest in shock. But when she looked at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with horror and she immediately turned and ran.

I ran back to the store and the store owner said to me, “Hey, I had chased you away, so why did you come again?” I was about to say something when Damon's man was behind me and he said, "Hey girl, this is Damon sir's special girl, give her whatever she wants." Hearing the name of Damon, the shopkeeper was shocked and he bowed his head in front of me and said, “Madam, we are sorry, we did not know that you are special to Damon sir, take whatever you want, no one will stop you.” I was very surprised as to why everyone is so afraid of demons, there must be something going on with that guy. There is no doubt that he is rich but he definitely has some secret.

I bought it at one of those seasonal Halloween pop-up stores that only open in October, renting out vacant commercial space and hanging those gaudy orange signs. I paid for it in cash, of course. I put my hair up, wore a low baseball cap, fake non-prescription eyeglasses, and a puffy coat. I didn’t see any security cameras in the store, but even if they were rolling, they couldn’t possibly make out my face.

The door creaked open, admitting a gust of wind so cold it felt like a blade against my cheeks. A woman walked into the shop. She wore a thin, crimson dress that was entirely unsuited for the blizzard, yet there wasn't a single snowflake on her shoulders. Her face was deathly pale—not the paleness of a winter chill, but the stark, waxy hue of a corpse that had spent weeks under the permafrost. Her eyes, however, were the most terrifying feature: they were a vibrant, humid red, as if the sockets were filled with fresh, dripping blood.

Her head snaps up instantly, her eyes lighting up. "Really?" She asks excitedly and I nod my head. "Yes, really. I take it you want to go?" “Yes! Yes, please.” She practically squeals and I can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “All right, then. Let’s go.” --- The store smells like baby powder and new wood. Rows of pastel-colored furniture fill the space. From cribs, to tiny dressers, to rocking chairs. Bianca walks ahead of me, her fingers brushing over everything she passes, eyes wide with wonder.

I bought my beauty accessories, they gave me a Moonberry as a welcome gift and I thanked them for the candy. As we said our goodbyes and I started to leave the store, I couldn't shake off a feeling of unease. Suddenly, I spotted a shadow lurking in the corner of the store. I quickly turned around to look, but the person had already vanished. "Did you guys see that?" I asked nervously. "See what?" Cassandra's mom asked, looking concerned. "I thought I saw someone watching me. But maybe it was just my imagination," I replied, trying to brush it off.