Scary Stories Prompts Novels & Stories

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

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.

Jumping out, you give a start, I feel it pump inside my heart, looks as if I need black art, Yikes!!! Your not afraid? you silly girl, let me give another whirl a bony hand, sweeps & swirls tattered sheets they creep & twirl You do your best to discourage guests I'm prepared for any scary test Yes I'm different from the rest, & by the way, you mustn't know that I am blessed I'm not leaving, you may have guessed Some pumpkins happy some are scary the children here, they shan't be wary I am not, no I am nary

Monsters ----------------------- June 5th and 6th, 1985 - The Cabin "What kind of bad dreams?" "Promise...promise not to think I'm weird? Or make fun of me?" "I promise." "O...ok. So, it's like that night? Except I'm older, and I'm walking out to the rock with...with someone. I'm scared, but I trust them. It's the things. Those eyes! They're all around us, and they keep touching me, brushing against me. I can't see them but I feel their cold fingers pass through my clothes and I know...I know that if they take me, I'll die. I'll die afraid and cold and alone."

She told me that since my boyfriend was too busy these days, I needed to make him want me again. So she suggested taking dirty pictures to send to him while he was at work. Since I was a noob when it came to that, i decided to listen to everything she instructed and now my heart was thumping hard. "I think you're oiled enough, Lila," my bestfriend laughed softly, holding her camera up from her neck. "If you're nervous, we can still stop this." No. no. I thought. it wasn't that I didn't want to. I was just worried about my boyfriend's reaction. Our relationship wasn't vanilla at all and I needed to ask him before doing things like this.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. The mall's giant screens were all flashing pictures of Ruby. In that moment, I felt a chill run through me, my mind going completely blank, as if I had lost the ability to think. I glanced around nervously, scared to death that Alfred had tracked us down. A chilling thought kept replaying in my head. "After her birthday, I'll stage a car crash and send Ruby to the hospital..." The fear nearly choked me right then and there. I grabbed Ruby from the nanny's arms and bolted for the elevator. It was not until I had raced home, slammed the door shut, and turned the lock that I could breathe again.

He tightened his grip on her hand and asked, "A ghost story?" Jessica bent her eyes, didn't respond, and continued speaking. Just as she was talking about a scary place, suddenly, "whoosh," a black shadow flew past her eyes, and she was startled.

When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

The strong vibrations in my ass combined with the wand on my clit made my eyes roll back. She moved the wand in slow circles, then pressed it harder making my legs shake uncontrollably. I was right on the edge again and just when I screamed out about to cum she pulled it out again. Frustration filled me and I turned to her with pleading eyes. “Please…” "Aw, don't you want to make me happy? You promised you would do whatever I wanted." The thought of disappointing her scared me and with an exhausted face, I nodded. She pressed the wand against my clit.