Scary Stories In The Dark Novels & Stories

“Every night… a story.” “And every story… loses one name.” Suddenly, the hall was plunged into darkness. Screams echoed. Shadows twisted. And beneath the first name, the next name appeared: “2. Aarav Khurana” The student sitting in the first row… Now his chair was empty.

The goddess knows the trauma that followed each time I was in a dark room. I hear the stove being turned off. "Let me go check the wires; something must have gone wrong with them," he says, and I hear his footsteps shuffling for the door. "Auren wait! Don't leave me here!" I cry out in panic. I hear his footsteps pause, "Is something wrong?" "I- I'm scared of the dark," I admit, my bones trembling as though a block of ice were shoved through my throat. "You're a werewolf. Why would you be scared of the dark?" An amused chuckle leaves his lips.

That night, Zeke stirred from a restful sleep, the room covered in darkness, awakened by a soft, anguished whimper that cut through the quiet. It was Eli, curled up beside him, his body twitching as nightmares clawed at his rest. Zeke knew immediately what it was—those old demons from Eli's past, the ones they'd dug up recently during their conversations, trying to bring Delilah into the loop about the stories of their lives. The scars they all carried that united them, especially the one Eli carried. The talk had been necessary, but it had cracked open old wounds, and now they were spilling out in Eli's sleep.

I said, trying to focus on the work. Elias nodded, his eyes on the paper. “Show me the full breakdown.” I was in the middle of explaining when the power suddenly went off. The entire building plunged into complete darkness. I shrieked, startled, and without thinking, I jumped onto Elias’s lap, hiding my face in his chest. His body tensed. I couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but his grip on me became harder, his arms wrapping around my waist instinctively. I didn’t dare stand up. I was terrified of the dark. Always had been since when I was a little girl.

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.

There was food everywhere, balloons I distinctly remembered telling her not to buy, and a giant cake sitting untouched on the counter because apparently turning nineteen was a national event. I stayed near the kitchen mostly. Safe distance. I was avoiding him. This morning's events still playing over in my head. He was different. Very different and I got scared. I didn't know what to do or who to talk to. Who am I kidding, who am I going to tell that I am scared of my best friend's nineteen year old son who I have been having sex with since last year. A woman who should know better. And yet all I could think about was being on my knees for a nineteen year old a few hours ago.

If it came to be known that I have special powers, I’d be in grave danger of being taken away from my dad and locked up in a place I wouldn’t be able to escape from. So I logged off the chatting zone since Mya was now offline. Brendan was probably in the kitchen at his house by this time because he loved doing the women’s job. So I went on to playing a game on my phone although my mind wasn’t really into it. All that I could picture in my mind was Ashton Turner. His face was almost as if it was glued on my mind because I couldn’t keep from seeing it. What is it with him? I asked myself this question severally that night. I didn’t have the answer to it though. So in the end, I decided to reti

She just met Freya, I got forgotten already. "What kind of way?" I turned to freya who was busy with her phone. Do you got a text? "Like bully you." oh I'm touched. "Am I suppose to be scared of what you said?" I said, sarcastic. "Just saying. This is the first time I saw Seymour like that." She turned back to her phone.

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.