Scary Store Novels & Stories

Ingredients for brunch. I was fine with being with Scarlet, but she was acting like we were only two in the world. Even the grocery store had no people. That was strange. “Scarlet. Where are the people?” “Oh, it's a help yourself store. There are security cameras everywhere. You buy what you need, and pay. If you don't show the receipt at the door, it won't let you out.” She explained, and walked further. Were there stores like that? With such advanced technology? I had totally no idea about it.

I'm scared of lizards and the big spiders inside them. "No please don't." It was like my every word was falling on his deaf ear as he pushed me inside the storeroom by locking it from outside. I cried, screamed and begged, but he never opened the door, giving me a new nightmare which left an unhealing scar on me. Nytophobia.

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

By strange she meant vampire sightings, UFO sightings, or any instances of unusual occurrences. Picking her way down the ice-slicked sidewalk, Victoria carefully watched her steps. All she needed to top today was to slip and end up in the hospital. Crossing the street, she headed for Uncle Ray’s Corner Store. A bell tinkled as she entered. The store was definitely southern. It seemed Uncle Ray’s sold

Dark, humorous, gibberish-you can't understand if you're not a part of it, and there's also a store like full of smoke inside since they sell barbeques. I started walking going to the end and carefully look for a sign for a vacant work. I was already in the middle of the street when a store caught my attention. It was different from other stores. I got surprised when I saw Tim in the end of the street and he run to me quickly when he saw me. Sweats are already visible dripping to down to his forehead. He stand beside me and look at the store I am looking. “ Yeah. It's really different.” He said answering my thought in my mind.

I ask with my head tilted when I realize he smells like pure fear. He flicks his eyes behind me quickly. I turn around to see three masked men armed with semi-automatic guns pointed at us. I slowly raise my hands in the air as well. "Oh crap.” "Hey Ronald, isn't that the girl from the society page?" One of the men says in a British accent. "Yeah, I think it is. She married that MasonCo guy. Jimmy, grab 'er. She's gonna be worth a couple of bucks." As he says that, alarms sound from all around the store. Heavy sheets of metal slam down on all the windows and the door, blocking out the world.

Meanwhile, the remaining customers in the store who had just bought the products were terrified, and those who hadn't paid were too afraid to go through with the purchase. Damon started shouting, "Southlake Corporation is run by a bunch of scammers! Their products are all harmful! My friend died, but they refuse to admit their wrongdoing! If you don't give me a good explanation today, I'm going to wreck this store!" The other customers were swayed by his claims and started crying out in fury. "Give me a refund!" "Me too!" "Who would've thought we'd die after eating their products?" The store manager froze in a daze. Damon's arrival had completely disrupted the store's sales.

Her face had twisted in a very ugly way by now. “Ha… do you really think that I don’t know why you are here? Let me tell you, you s**t. I will never let you win.” I heard Nancy screaming at the top of her lungs as soon as Chris opened the door of the store for me. Her scream startled both me and Chris and we looked at each other with a stunned expression before entering the store. “Mr. Lombart.” The store manager who saw me first exclaimed in shock. Nancy snapped her head towards me and her eyes widened in horror.

Zombies. Panicked screams echoed from shoppers trapped inside the two stores. Some who were braver and more quick thinking pushed the glass doors closed and tried to hold them shut against the hungry creatures. The zombies simply bunched mindlessly against the doors, pushing against them. Slowly, the weight of their numbers was forcing the doors open. Leesa remembered a scene just like this from some old movie she had watched late one night. A mall security guard arrived. He yanked his gun from his holster, but seemed unsure what to do. Leesa was pretty sure his training had never covered anything like this.

He grudgingly pointed to a door in the back corner without saying a word before burying his face back into the pages of what looked to be a horror novel. Shen and I walked cautiously toward the back of the store. The merchandise was just as gruesome as the clerk’s tattoos. Statues of miniature vampires in various poses mingled with statues of werewolf’s and other sci-fi monsters as they lined the shelves, while tee shirts sporting dragons and gargoyles hung next to them. I stopped and picked up one of the smaller statues of a vampire bending in a posture that indicated he was biting his victim. Its fine detail gave the statue a realistic look. I felt as if the vampire’s beady red eyes were l