Scary Stories Long Novels & Stories

, I screamed. "What??!", I heard dad ask from behind me. I quickly turned to see he was with mum. I sighed a bit in relieve. "We can't stay here..", I started repacking the boxes. "Let's go home..", I was almost pleading. I didn't want to wait and find out what goes on after midnight! Dad laughed a bit before walking up to par my back. "You don't believe those crazy stories do you?". Elmore had always been famous for all it's horror stories.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Why did he look at her as if he were starving? The candle on her bedside table flickered, even though there was no breeze. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. She didn’t believe in ghost stories, not really. But she knew danger. And Lucien was the definition of it. She had grown up hearing stories of the Ravagers—ancient beings who fed on more than blood. Their touch burned. Their presence altered fate. But those were myths. Warnings. Fairy tales meant to keep girls from wandering too far from the village. Right?

, Uncle Cameron took a long pause. I remember it was the Christmas holidays. All my relatives and cousins had come to our house for the Thanksgiving dinner. One of my uncles, uncle Cameron was very fond of telling horror stories to us. I was seven and my cousins a year or two younger and older. Me, Julie, Michelle, Sammy and Hailey had sat around on the rug in our PJ's listening to uncle Cameron's stories. He used to tell them with such dedication; raspy and spooky voice and all the required background noises; we all believed in his stories.

“Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.” Kinurot siya ni Porsche sa tagiliran na siya namang paghagalpak niya ng tawa. “Pero seriously, horror talaga. Kasi… I mean.” Tumikhim si Blue samantalang naghihintay ng kasunod na sasabihin niya ang dalaga. “Love is scary. Especially no’ng moment na malalaman mong hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo. Nakakatakot kaya ‘yon. Pero… for me…di bale nang takutin mo ako araw-araw, My Sadako, ok lang. Para sa ‘kin mas nakakatakot ang mawala ka sa piling ko.” Naramdaman ni Blue na humigpit ang yakap ng dalaga sa kanya at mas lalo nitong isinubsob ang mukha sa kanyang dibdib. “Sa mga karaniwang ending ng pelikula, ano

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"Your petty made up stories won't rid me off this glorious view from up here." "Made-up stories?" She giggled. "Just like how I made up the story of the giant tarantula in the stream which bit your dearest bum after you failed to heed to my warnings." Chris's face changed and a look of fear overcame him. "Remember how you couldn't walk for two weeks and how big your swollen bum became." She said adding to Chris's fright. "That's enough!" He said as he began climbing down the tree. "You're one big jerk, you know that?"

And I couldn't help but wonder if she fucked herself too while listening to me. “Oh fuck yes…” My strokes were sloppier now as my groans of pleasure filled the office and I gripped the desk tightly. “Fuck Lena, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum for you, princess.” With a loud grunt, my orgasm ripped out of me and cum shot across the room as I collapsed into the chair, a grin forming on my lips when I knew she was listening. I could almost hear her breathing heavily beside the wall.

She was the only one who saw me. She pulled a blade of grass from the ground, twirling it between her fingers for a while without saying anything. "Are you scared?" she asked, gently nudging my shoulder. I pursed my lips and nodded. “That’s understandable,” she whispered. “I’d be terrified too.” She offered a small, sad smile. "My grandmother says most of the stories about the Lycan King are exaggerated. She says powerful men make people nervous, and nervous people turn rumors into legends."

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look