Scary Stories Apps Novels & Stories

That fear stemmed from the legend of what the papers called ‘The Wandering Stranger’. The Wandering Stranger was a prankster who emerged around Halloween time, dressed in a blood spattered funeral shroud, wearing a blank white face mask, and carrying a plastic knife. He would appear in the gardens and windows of local people, staring at them with an eyeless gaze. When Josephine was a child, she remembered hearing about him appearing at the window of a local rest home up town. He’d stood at the window, causing great fear and distress in the elderly. Their fear was so intense that one of them had a heart attack on the spot. Luckily they survived.

I promised. On my third week in the Manor, I decided I felt brave enough to take things one step further with my invisible roommates. I downloaded a free app, said to use the phone mic to detect ghostly sounds and turn them into words from a word bank, one at a time. It was a simpler, cheap version of the Ovilus, one of those crazy-expensive cutting-edge devices ghost hunters used.

Luckily, I know a way to unwind that works for me better than any sleeping pill. I don’t have the strength to get out of bed and grab my notebook, so I reach for my phone instead. I install and launch a diary app before pouring all my thoughts into it. [It’s a dark, stormy night. I have hated storms since I was a little girl, and this one seems like it’s going to last forever. I’m watching a movie to calm my nerves, but that does nothing to ease the fear when lightning strikes, followed by a hair-raising rumble of thunder.

He turned it to me, and I froze when I saw the app open on the screen. It was a tracking app. “Do you recognize this?” he asked. The app was marked with a red dot, indicating my location from earlier that day. Then, as he scrolled, a recording started, the familiar sound of my breath and the terrifying snarl of the creature from the woods filled the room. My heart pounded in my chest as I listened, my throat closing up. I knew that voice—the voice of Darryl. I could hear the rustle of the trees, the sound of me stumbling, then the sudden stillness when the animal had stopped. And then Darryl’s voice

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

An app where you talk to older men or pedophiles and the dirtier the talk, the higher the pay. I know it was a bad idea at first and my best friend, Mason warned me against it but when I got my first pay cheque, I was able to convince him that it was just harmless games with adults. It continued over the years, and I got addicted to it. The way my body was stimulated by the arousal messages, the way the conversations went on for hours and hours and the joy I felt when I reached orgasm was out of this world. My mom caught me once but thankfully, I was able to log into the site from my laptop and log out of my phone before she checked.

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me

I opened the app store and typed in “séance.” Stupid. I knew it was stupid. But I didn’t have a dusty old Ouija board or some gothic medium on speed dial. I had my phone. And right now, it was the only thing between me and the silence. I picked one with decent reviews: “SpiritLink: Connect with the Beyond.” It had the kind of silly interface you’d expect, candles, a board, swirling letters. But it said it used “energy-sensitive microphone response.” Whatever. I just wanted a way to call him.