Scary Stories Pictures Novels & Stories

After throwing off all his clothing to be nude before wading into the water waist-deep, Grub turned to Rex, “What was wonky leg doing with scary lady alone? You have less fear than Grub to be smiling after that.” “She isn’t so bad,” Rex replied with a shrug, throwing his tunic on over his head. “Did scary lady force you into making the sex?” Grub asked, scowling slightly at the extra shallow scratch marks Rex had on his body. “That does not surprise me, I would not say no either. Scary lady has aura worse than arctic bear, which Grub fought alone without weapon.” “Can I ask you about your marks?” Rex asked, his curiosity piqued by his constant referring to them.

I want—need—to do something else. I pause to stare at the carvings that seem to be telling a story I don't understand. Wolves, strange beasts, even what looks like…vampires. I place my finger on a vivid carving of a wolf. A great surge of electricity jolts down my spine. I let out a loud groan, taking cautious steps backwards. What in the world just happened? “Someone seems curious about the legend.”

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

he said, forcing cheer into his voice, “how’s everyone feeling? Spooked yet?” Marla gave him a brittle smile. “You should turn that off. It attracts them.” Lucas laughed, but Emily noticed how he hesitated before lowering the camera. She crouched by the fire pit, arranging wood and struggling with the lighter. Her hands shook more than she wanted to admit. “This isn’t just about stories, you know,” she said quietly. “People died here. Disappeared.” Vanessa scoffed. “And every small town has its local ghost story. There’s no documented evidence.”

And here I was, the unluckiest person alive. I just sat there, frozen stiff. Not because I wanted to, not because some invisible thing was holding me, but because my legs, these two things that carried me for nineteen years, just wouldn’t move anymore. They were stuck to the dusty floorboards, heavy and lifeless. My mind, though, was spinning like crazy with all sorts of scary thoughts. Alpha. Wolves. Real wolves. The kind with fur and sharp teeth and that hungry look of something that hunts. Not from fairy tales, those comfy bedtime stories where heroes always win. Not from Halloween movies, where the scares are fake and the monsters are always just some guy in a rubber mask. No, these were

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

It was his painting room, the room where he does or his dubious, her hands trembled as her eyes met with so many drawings with horrific write up imprinted boldly on them. Her eyes soon smudge into a picture that stole her attention, it was the picture of her and Rex. Everything wasn't really making sense to her, though the pictures were scary, if he really should draw someone, it should have been a picture of them. She advanced toward the picture, and with the little step that she takes, it becomes clearer cause the write-up becomes visible. Her body jerked and unfurls as she felt waves of pain and fear gripped her, when her eyes landed on the write-up,

I tried getting the pictures from him but he wouldn't let me! "No." He gazed at the pictures, stared at it one by one with flickering emotions in his eyes. Shit... His dull eyes no more. Something clutched my heart, watching that reaction from him. I tried taking back the pictures again but he glared at me, i shuddered for a moment. "Believe me... those pictures are of Syd's cousin--" "Don't fucking lie in front of my face! I'm not stupid to not know what's the truth or not, don't make me!" He thundered. It sent chills down my spine, he looks so scary, sounds so frightening. "Now..." When he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

As her fingers brushed against them, a cold feeling ran up her arm. The writing inside was the same as the journals. Runes. Symbols she couldn’t read. But this time… it wasn’t just words. There were illustrations. And the moment her eyes landed on them— Her blood turned cold. The drawings were horrifying. Creatures with twisted horns, long claws, and wings that looked torn and unnatural. Their faces were distorted, some almost human… but not quite. Their eyes were drawn with such detail that it felt like they were staring right back at her.

He said with a shake as he sat on the chair and leaned a little bit sad. “There’s no bad man here, there’s nothing to worry about.” She said to which he only shook his head, “Okay well, what does the bad man look like?” She asked. He gulped, he pulled out a picture from his pocket and showed it to her. “He looks like this.” The picture nearly made her gasp as she looked at it. It prickled her mind as the unforgettable face appeared. It was the black crust of darkness and it looked terrifying. The same one that nearly choked her to death.