Scary Stories Sites Novels & Stories

Not presents. Shaking, I went back to my room and opened my laptop. The NoSleep subreddit was always active late at night, a place for people all over the world to share their terrifying experiences. I started typing. Title: My 5-year-old sister saw "Santa," but her description is terrifying. Help.

, she trailed off, giggling. "Ouuu I like that idea. Okay and?" "Livestream the whole thing from the savannah and wear the-", she continued but I cut in. "Livestream? Rose I'm trying to get revenge. I'm not a fucking hooker" "Of course not! But you do have an exhibitionist kink but hear me out", she chimed as I sighed. "Okay", I muttered.

Very quickly, only two players were left in the shop, trembling like frightened birds. Their faces were pale with terror as they muttered. “This can’t be!” “This isn’t even a dungeon—how can so many bosses be here!” “I must be dreaming… yes, I’ll just sleep, sleep and it’ll be fine…” One was hypnotizing himself, the other had peed his pants from fear. I also smelled a strong stench coming from beside me. Jack had collapsed on the ground in terror, his pants soaked, unable to move. If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location.

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!" @kluk_44 [Hi, guys!] @riya_frejy [Wow! You in a new place again?] @user_3345 [I hope this session is better than last week.] "Yeah! We're in an abandoned house in Minnesota. You must know the rumors about this house, right?" Elly continued. "Alright. I don't think we need to explain much, since most of you already know the story about this house. Should we go straight in?" Eiden said.

I had my notebook, too, and Lucy had hers. “Okay, go to this website,” Lucy said, rattling off a web address. Emma and I both typed it in. “Dark Shadows?” Emma said as the page loaded in front of each of us. “How did you find this?” “I did a bunch of digging, and I found some forums where people talk about their experiences with vampires,” Lucy explained. “This is a website where they post their stories.”

Michael said, “Sakura told me we could play hide-and-seek, or we could tell scary stories.” Akira thought about it for a moment and then said, “You know what? How about we freshen up and change into our pajamas and then meet up in my room. Then we can tell each other scary stories. I know a lot of very scary Japanese ones.” Michael looked excited. “Really? Awesome.” Akira turned to Sakura and asked, “How about it?” Sakura nodded. “Sure, that sounds fun.” She turned to ask Mary and Katherine. “How about you two?”

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

“And I think I’ve found something; a website. At first, I thought it was just stupid, but then I saw something.” Over the years, Aurora had combed through site after site of myths and legends and never found anything of use. There were pages dedicated to Satan, and even websites claiming to have been written by real vampires. But nothing of real value. “Take a look sister. Like I said, it seems stupid at first but then…” The site was a blog called Mr Mass Murder and from what Aurora could tell, the author was some kind of weirdo who liked to keep track of mass murder sites all over the world. Throughout his posts, the author described with gory accuracy, mass murders from every corner of the