Scary Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

"You mean I'm incapable of living a life? That's it? Something breaks inside of me. "You have no idea what's out there. Damon's guys— He stops me. Yes, the bad guys. The bad guys are always there. Since I was ten years old, you have been using them as a story to keep me scared. "Because it is true!" I yell, louder than I mean to. The counters reverberate with my words. Do you believe that I wanted any of this? Do you think it's fun for me to lock you up and act like it's normal?

They are trying their best to make people believe that horrifying creatures such as werewolves, vampires and dryads exist. It will be hard to make people believe over it as supernatural creatures are only myths. The stories were made for the children to scare them at night. "Uhm...someone might have drugged me and I woke up in this unfamiliar place." She reasoned out hopefully they will believe in her fake words. She smiled nervously at them. "Then we'll help you return to America. Please make yourself at home while I contact the foreign affairs department then inform the police." He smiled warmly at her. Iris thanked him once again for his kindness.

If Deimos had seen Amy– or anyone else– that day, would he have signed a contract with them as well? I let the thought go and turn back to Rachel who is talking about the planning. “A Scare fest. I need to go for one.” Rachel blinks at me incredulously. “You're joking. The one with the scary people and potential serial killers behind masks? No.” “It'll be fun, I promise.” I whine. As a teenager, I loved reading horror stories. The thrill, the heart pounding scenes, I was obsessed. Who would have thought my life was going to end like one big horror movie?

One of the girls asks as she digs into the bowl of popcorn that has been passed around a couple of times. "Ooh, we should play some games too!" one suggested excitedly. "Hell no," another groans as if the thought of playing games disgusted her. She fixes her glasses on the bridge of her nose."Let's tell stories." "Oh yes, Stacy is right! We should definitely tell some stories, " Emeka nods, agreeing with Stacy. "Spookie stories. I'll get the flashlight in my room," she utters while standing up and jumps over a girl who was face down on the rug. I wasn't sure if she was sleeping but her body hadn't moved for a couple of minutes now.

“What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!” “The scarier, the better.” “You might change your mind afterward.” “Come on Grandpa, quit teasing me and tell the story!” “Precious, truly, I’m not teasing. I don’t want you to have nightmares because of me. Besides, this is about teenage boys and when they’re by themselves, they use colorful language. Your mom and dad won’t be happy with me.” “I watch scary stuff all the time on TV and the internet. I don’t have nightmares and Grandpa... I go to school with teenage boys, I know how they talk.”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.