Scary Stories Pictures Novels & Stories

Wow! He moved on to the next door, it was a room full of large pictures on the wall. The pictures seemed to tell stories of strange people, at the end of every picture, there was an inscription-- Beware the Crimson Moon. Every picture had a disturbing feeling. They are just pictures, he consoled himself. There was one last picture he hadn't seen; the bottom of the picture held the family name. "They look strange", Joe commented, "Whoa ten kids?!"

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

I felt sick to my stomach, seeing him stare right back at me with that annoying grin I just wanted to smack off his face. What was he planning? Scared of what could be even worse than this, I moved to the second card. Upon seeing the picture, I wished I hadn’t because that one sent chills down my spine. It was a gruesome picture of Stefano’s decapitated head set as a target. I had seen a lot of things, but this was cruel, disgusting, pathetic. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from throwing up as the card slipped from my hand and touched the floor. Everyone let out gasps, turning their heads so they wouldn’t have to look at the picture again.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

. Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 23😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "I should stop? Nat, when will you stop being so afraid of him? I know what he's doing to you but why won't you talk". He yells at me. "That asshole of a stepbrother is just using your fear against you by doing those horrible things".

My chest feels too tight but I force myself to keep breathing normally, keep my voice steady. “That sounds really hard,” I say quietly. “You were pretty young when all that happened.” He nods, still not looking at me. I reach across and gently touch the edge of the sketchbook, not closing it, just letting him know I’m here. “Sometimes when scary things happen, our brains hold onto them,” I tell him. “Even when we don’t want them to. And sometimes drawing them out can help us understand them better.” “Does it make them go away?”

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

Her voice echoed off the stone walls, but only the silence responded. Just as she was starting to tire, Sophia heard the sound of heavy, angry stomps coming from the depths of the dungeon. The footsteps grew louder, and Sophia's heart quickened with fear. She scurried back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the gate as a massive figure emerged from the darkness.A crude illustration of a fearsome creature. A hulking ogre, its massive frame looming large on the yellowed parchment. The ogre's skin was a deep, mossy green, and its features were coarse and brutish. A prominent brow ridge cast a shadow over its beady eyes, which gleamed with a malevolent intensity.

I opened it and peeked inside to see some kind of… photos? Flipping the envelope down, the pictures fell to the table, and what I saw shocked me to the core. In each picture, there was Diana with men and a she-wolf. I inspected each picture and vaguely remembered some of the she-wolves in the photographs, while others I didn’t recognize at all. I looked at my mother and asked, “Mother, what are these?” “You should remember them?” Mother asked. I nodded. “Only some, though.” “So you should know what they have in common,” my mother replied calmly.