Novel & Cerita Scary Stories For Teenagers

“By the time the cops showed up, there was nothing. No body. No evidence. Just some kids getting written off as pranksters.” “Maybe the cops were right,” William muttered. I leaned forward between the front seats. “Honestly? I grew up near here. This is the kind of crap bored teens do in small towns. They hear one spooky story and suddenly everyone’s a ghost hunter.” Alexandra nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “Maybe. But I read a couple of their firsthand reports—they seemed pretty shaken.” “Where’d you find the reports?” William asked, already grinning. he hesitated.

Boys these days didn’t care much for cartoons anymore; they preferred superhero stories which—of course—always included some form of fighting. “At the very least, don’t give them nightmares,” Maera argued again. “Nightmares, Mae? Come on, don’t be ridiculous. I was just telling them a werewolf story. Why would they have nightmares about that?” Maera stopped in her tracks, turning to look at her best friend with a warning glare that made Crystal instantly fall silent. “Fine. No more werewolf stories,” Crystal said, pretending to zip her lips and toss the invisible zipper away. Maera took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before turning away again, continuing to carry the pile of laundry with

The few bears that still roamed the mountains were all hibernating comfortably in their dens. It could have been worse, Nicky and Teri knew—they could have been forced to share a tent with their eight-year-old brothers instead of with each other. But thankfully, the boys were in tents with their dads. The six of them had spent the last couple hours sitting around a blazing campfire, taking turns telling scary stories. Most of the stories were pretty lame, but Teri’s father raised some goose bumps with a tale of a crazed psychopath who preyed on campers, dragging them from their tents back to a cave where he slowly ate them alive. By the time he was done, the youngsters found themselves peeki

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

I grinned. Rina snorted. “I’m a little annoyed by people trying to turn classic literature into horror shit.” Kimi and I looked at her in surprise. “So, you prefer pure horror?” I asked. Rina rolled her eyes. “Have you met your sister? She’s all about the jump scares and psychological thrillers.” I wrinkled my nose. “So is your brother. I’m not going to lie, Blood and Chocolate and Warm Bodies were a compromise. As was Shaun of the Dead.”

The teenagers did, in fact, try to have a party that the patrols were more than happy to put a stop to. Instead of the patrols ousting themselves and making them go back, they instead used their cunning and managed to scare them. They forgot the fact that there are no creatures bigger than us werewolves in the area and managed to allow themselves to get spooked and headed back to their campsites instead.

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

They walked away, all of them engrossed in the events at that time, but none of them more interested than the two children standing amongst the bric-a-brac, hidden by shadow. *** You hear the scream in the darkness. It is long and harsh and seems to go on forever. By the time the bright waves of pain cause your hands to clamp against each side of your head you are aware that the scream is your own. The thing that has been seeking you out is now trying a new approach. Its minion is now sent to bombard your psyche in order to wear down the defences you have put in place; spells and totems that provide a token reprieve since the day of the dream. The minion has a psychic connection that is some

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I tilted the cover just enough to give them a glimpse. “A witch!” “There’s a kitty!” “Is it about ghosts?” The children scrambled off the adults’ laps and crowded closer. “Halloween is almost here. So today, I’m going to read you a story called *The Wonders of Halloween*.” The children eagerly began telling me about the Halloween decorations they had made at school. Before I knew it, even more of them had gathered around me. “Rin was a girl who was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was why she could not understand why everyone else wanted to turn into ghosts—”