Scary Stories Online Novels & Stories

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

The thought makes me sad. It saddens me to know that I will never be normal. That things like feeding on peopleand growing wings are now my new norm. But the scariest thing is how Sky is going to take this is he ever finds out. The thought that he might hate me or worse, be scared of me hurts me way more than I thought it would. I can already see it in my mind, me begging him to stay and him running away from the monster that is me. He will be repulsed by my wings and he might even resend the fact that I can read minds, his included.

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.

He's afraid of her and he's thinking what if she would kill him and suck his blood 'til he lose life. I like her but I don't wanna see her like that. Is vampire real? I heard many boys same with my age were all gone missing. They were found dead in any areas in New Jersey, killed brutally like a wild beast took their heart while their eyes stayed wide open and their bloods were drained. I must have to find a way to put her back into human. Maybe the vampire thing is real. I went to our old cabin in Atlantic, a city where I grew up. I need to find the site where I can find a real vampire hunter.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

my voice came out as a roar, enough to slice through the curling pheromone and send jolts of shock through the soldiers’ body. They jerked, slowly catching on to what they were doing. They simultaneously turned and saw me, before they sprung to their feet, fear registering on their faces. “Who gave you the permission to touch her?” I asked, and took a step forward. They all bowed their heads, shaking violently. The scent hit me again, stronger this time, as if targeting me alone. If this continued, I didn't know how long till I succumbed. I needed to get her to the witch doctor.

while my cheeks burned and I laughed like it was a joke. My sister is holding up one of my printed stories between two fingers like it might bite, rolling her eyes. “Horror? Really? You’re so dramatic.” My mother’s tired voice on the phone. “Just promise me you’ll have something stable, Willa. You can’t live on… spooky little tales.” Then other images, jarring against those. A stranger’s comment under a story I’d nearly not posted at all: *This wrecked me. I saw myself in this. Thank you.*

Diane’s POV I was more than scared, and I could feel the palpitations on my chest but I needed to act mature, and play into this amazing fantasy. We got off from the bath tub and Anna and my mom carried me to the bed, where they placed me gently. They brought out the kit that we ordered online and laid out the cards on the bed, so every card with each dare was visible. “I have a crazy idea.” Anna said and sat whispered something to my mom’s ears.