Scary Stories Book Novels & Stories

I asked again and smiled when she shook her head. “Good girl. So you will strip and sit on that couch while you fuck yourself in front of me. No sounds, understood?” “B-but what if I slip out a sound by accident? And what if they see me—” “The projector captures only this far.” I gestured from my desk to the window. “So you're safe. And if you slip out a sound by accident, that means more punishment because you'll be letting others hear what was meant to be just mine.”

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

She was getting afraid thinking that the Dream-Catchers might have located her and now were haunting her hiding themselves like a tiger hides behind the bushes before pouncing upon its prey. The voice again echoed and this time more loudly taking her off guard… “ Come on, My lady… I have given you a free trial of the first story and that too in a good way, I guess. Now, you have to pay for the next ones to come.” “ Who .. are you?? What do you want from me?” asked the Lady still holding onto her posture not letting the one present there according to her know that she was getting scared but it went in vain. “ I am the book talking to you lady. Now hurry up. If you want to know the second stor

Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it. It should be okay to see, isn't that so? Because this book is somewhat special, scarlet hesitated for some time. After she struggled, she chomped her lip and got the book. She was going to open it. "what's going on with you?" As soon as scarlet opened the first page, she was startled by the sound from the entryway. "what!" She screamed and the book in her grasp tumbled to the ground. Jared's eyes followed the falling book, and he suddenly became nervous, his face hardened.

I asked her curiously as I sat comfortably on her couch and the three of them sat on the big one adjacent to mine. "Well, I believe that there's nothing to be scared of. The ghosts, vampires, witches, and werewolves are just in the books. Right? Fiction. Not real." My oblivious girlfriend explained, and that made the three of us, supermarket beings, look at each other. If you just knew, Pryce. None of us here is purely human. "Uh, yeah, yeah. They're just in the books. Horror books. They are a product of one's creative minds… and to scare people." Sander agreed with her best friend. Now, I really don't know how we will tell Pryce about the whole truth.

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT" Huh? Bigfoot?! She rose her head and opened her mouth to say something but caught Gabby looking from her face to the book in quick successions. She was trying to tell her something. Bigfoot wasn't actually Bigfoot? Maybe this was another book that might help her. She discreetly nodded and Gabby smiled. "I'm sorry this library couldn't help much but I hope you really enjoy this one. Page 138 has a very funny paragraph, check it out." Eleanor nodded. "Sure, thanks."

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"