Scary Stories Tell Dark Novels & Stories

The floor is filled with pools of blood, it’s a scary sight for children like Eka and Roy who barely know about the world of killing. At that moment, Eka’s father looked at Eka with such hatred. His eyes gleamed in spite and darkness, this somehow alerted the perpetrator who stood across from his father. “Eka, hide” Roy dragged Eka to the toilet next to the vacant room. They’re hiding in there, hoping that the culprit didn’t realize their presence. The boys' hearts throbbed like crazy, fear seeped through their senses and their whole body shivered in horror. The culprit only checked the outside, and then immediately got into the vacant room where his father resides.

I said as I grip on his wrist. "Of course, you'll go with me..." Well, that's a relief. Or he's just sca-- "it's so dark there. I forgot to turn on the lights..." that's it, he's just scared. This kid is really scared of the dark. I'm glad I'm the one who's blind and not him. He would probably lose his sanity if he woke up seeing nothing but darkness.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

His shadow tore itself from him and stuck to the wall— where Arya’s shadow once had. The candles relit themselves. The register lay closed. On the final corner of the last page, written faintly, were the words: “Stories never end… only the storytellers change.” Slowly, silence returned. The doors opened. Some students ran out. Some stayed behind— out of fear… or because they were already part of the story. And from the stage, where the professor’s shadow remained, a new voice whispered— “Now… who will tell the next story?”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

She felt exposed in a whole new way — more than when he was inside her. “I… I don’t know where to start,” she said, voice shaky. “Start with the first one that comes to mind,” Ethan said. His voice was gentle but firm. “Be honest. Tell me what makes your pussy throb when you’re alone at night.” Lila took a deep breath. Her cheeks burned, but his fingers felt so good. “Okay… sometimes I fantasize about you taking me somewhere risky. Like in the backyard at night, where anyone could see us through the fence. Or… in your truck, parked on the side of the road while cars drive by.”

Caleb laid out what Tomas had told them, his voice measured and calm despite the weight of the news. "A new enemy. Stronger than anything we've faced. Darker than anything we've known. And they have... creatures. Shadows given form. Living darkness." He looked around the table. "Does anyone know what this means? Has anyone heard of such things?" Sera spoke slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "In the oldest stories of my people, there are tales of a darkness that once tried to consume everything. Beings of shadow and malice, neither wolf nor human, existing only to destroy. The storytellers said they were myths. Warnings to keep children in line."

A body that filled out his custom suits in ways that made her forget how to form coherent sentences. And a reputation for being absolutely ruthless in business and in bed. She had heard the whispers. The stories about the women who had worked closely with him and then suddenly left the company. No one ever said anything explicit, but the implication was clear: Damien Blackwood got what he wanted, and he did not accept anything less than perfection. Ella took a deep breath and walked toward his corner office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The door was open, and she could see him standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, a glass of scotch in his hand.