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Eventually the electricity stopped, and the pictures began flickering again. I breathed heavily through the pain, forcing the tears to keep away. Just as I was able to catch my breath, the pictures stopped again on another grotesque image of a dead wolf. Only this time, the wolf was hanging upside down from a pole. Its bottom half was that of a wolf, but the top half, the arms and chest, was human. The human head sat on a spike next to the body, only it had large fangs poking out of its open mouth. It was gross, sad, and scary. It made me want to cry again. I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head.

he stuttered a little, and I turned to the next page. "To be honest, they're kind of scary." I looked at the pictures of dark and deformed creatures. They had big, bat-like wings, long claws, and animal-like faces that gave me the creeps. "Of course, we'll never know what they really looked like, but it's cool to imagine a world where creatures like that exist." I looked up to look at him, but his expression was blank, his eyes glued to the page. When he finally came to, his face turned to mine, now only inches apart, and his eyes sparkled blue.

I mean, this is his room. My fingers brush against the paper pinned to the wall, vandalized by ugly crosses, question marks and unexplained lines. Looking a little closer, I can see, with horror, that these pages are about Phantom Wolves. Stories I would have been told as a child to be scared are right in front of my eyes. What I once believed was a myth, is pronounced here, to be seen by another believer. Words such as cursed, mate, and Phantom Wolf are circled. Swallowing, I walk across the room, my shoulder brushing against the photos and paper stuck messily to the walk. Nothing adds up. None of the information is anything I would have expected to see in here.

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.

They would rather be scared together "Sham?" He said after hearing the sound again and that scared him even more.He thought of all the scary animals he had heard of,the witches the ghost.Poor kid even wet himself.He continues navigating his way through the forest until a hand whipped him off the ground and a piece of cloth covered his mouth.Whispers of a number of men were the last thing he heard before the darkness embrassed him ****** Shamma had never been as scared as she was that night.Even she had wandered off and was realising how lost she was

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.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

Others of the frost giant and fire giants shaking the hand of a man with one eye, he looked to be wearing a crown and holding a staff in his other hand. There were pictures of grotesque vampires attacking the wolves, I knew there has always been a war against our two species, so that picture didn't seem to phase me but what did was a young girl by the looks of it she was talking to a extremely small person with pointy ears who's clothes seems to be fashioned from leaves, quite unusual. In the background there were six or more little lights that appear to be flying. As I continued flipping through the pages, I began to feel extremely tired, it rushed over me like I had just had a tranquiliser

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

The pain exploded on my skin and my mouth parted in horror as I grasped the view in front of me. No. This was real. I was not dreaming, or hallucinating. In front of the couch, there were several pictures scattered, some lined up and others on the plush Italian carpet. No. the pictures didn’t startle me. Not a bit. It was the awfully familiar faces on the photos that took my breath away replaced with tangible fear and dread.