Scary Stories Google Novels & Stories

A startled scream arose in my throat, but I quickly slapped my hands over my mouth and silenced it. “Calix?” His eyes flickered back to brown and a wicked smile curved his lips. “What was that?” I asked. “That was my Lycanthrope…his name is Gabriel,” Calix replied. “Gabriel?” I watched Calix’s eye fog for a split second. “Yes, and he just said he can’t wait to fill you up with his being.” The words sounded so good, stirring something deep and primal inside me. “Can I see him?” “Not now,” he said. “Now I want to have you all by myself,” he added, spinning me around.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

She explained, and I sighed. Oh good heavens “Zara, do you seriously think G****e has a section called ‘Local Werewolf Communities Near You’?” I asked, and she paused. “…fair point.” Then she gasped dramatically. “We should call the police. Actually, no, we should call the FBI.” “What exactly are they supposed to do?” “I don’t know, I don’t know anything anymore, Scarlett!” She threw both hands into the air, and I laughed, then immediately felt guilty for laughing.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

I stared at the driver for a while but something in my gut didn't sit right with me. I looked around and noticed the two black cars driving towards us. “We need to run.” I said in a whisper. I pulled her into the cab, without waiting for her to see anything. “Drive quickly.” I said to the driver and immediately he accelerated the cab. The black cars followed us at a high speed, breezing through the thin roads and bumping into streetlights. “I'm really scared, how did they get our location?” She asked, moving closer to me as I looked backwards.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

yelled Tania. "Come on, Luna. Don't be a loser, hahaha!" taunted Max. "Shut the fuck off, Max!" shouted Luna in annoyance. Max never held his tongue. Luna picked up her scarf and put it on while looking around. The cold air strangely hit the girl's face. Max switched on his phone and started their live TikTok session. Max pointed the camera at his friends one by one. The audience began to enter the live room. Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!"