Scary Stories Illustrations Novels & Stories

Ellie felt this was unfair. He opened the library door roughly and walked in. As he entered the fourth hall he smelled the stench of carrion. Ellie felt nauseous and wanted to throw up. But he was also curious about where the smell of the carcass came from. In his heart he guessed that it must be the smell of poisoned or trapped mice. He continued forward in the direction of the smell. When he reached the end he saw a pool of blood on the floor. Ellie approached and looked around the corner. "Aaaaaa!"

“I have a scar I can’t explain and eyes that turn a color no one in this kingdom has ever seen, and a book that’s supposedly older than the packs themselves is describing exactly that like it’s happened a hundred times before me.” “I know, Eileen.” He reached across the table, covering my trembling hand with his own.“That’s why we’re standing here instead of sleeping.” I looked down at the second illustration, cruder than the first, showing the same wolf standing over a burning castle, the caption beneath it half torn away, only a few words surviving. …her waking always costs… The rest of the page had been ripped out clean, not aged away, torn, deliberately, the edges still sharp after howev