Scary Stories Twitter Novels & Stories

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.

Every blogger and site carried the news. Sarah opened her Twitter account and noticed that the news of Mr. Wilson being alive was trending everywhere. Many people reposted the handsome CEO and people left different kinds of comments on the posts. While some were happy that he was still alive for business reasons, others, especially the women folks, were busy shooting their shots at the highly attractive gentleman.

She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him again. When I returned home, I looked for Zac all over the house but couldn't find him. “Have you seen Zac?” I asked Caroline “No.” She answered and continued using her phone. I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and heard something strange. Someone was weeping. I looked under my bed and I saw Zac hiding and weeping under my bed. “What happened Zac?” I hugged him after he came out. “She...She--” He couldn’t speak out of fear. I consoled him and gave him some water.

I stared at the screen and tightened my grip around the tablet until the metal edge dug into my fingers. "Archie isn't going to jump. This is just another act, and he couldn't even be bothered to come up with a new script," Stacey remarked and coldly tapped the bridge location tag on the screen. "I know." I slammed the tablet shut. My phone buzzed so intensely with push notifications that it numbed my hand. The top 20 most viral hashtags were variations of #KieranPearceDrivesLoverToSuicide.

Enjoy! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

@lindyswanepoel: Thinking About You - Frank Ocean #nocturnal #np I smiled. I got back on my twitter account. @Milo _Beckett: ‘cause I've been thinking about you. Oh na na na With just one tweet, my followers suddenly sends me massive massive tweets begging for me to follow them. I wish I could follow them all but they're just too many. So let's read a few tweets from my adorable fans. Okay, so here's a few that are funny, some are really scary that they're threatening me and well there were a few hates too. Actually there were also weird ones and naughty ones.

Their terror and agitation seemed to have hit the limit. All anyone had in mind were questions. Oh? What did they just see? Did the lions leap out of the screen? Were they about to bite someone? What kind of magic was this? Hold up. What did Liesel even post on Twitter? "Hardin Group's holographic era is almost here. Are you ready?" Upon recalling what she posted, the netizens were in shock and couldn't think of anything else at that moment. Twitter seemed to explode. All the latest tweets came through, suppressing the hate comments toward Liesel.

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He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.