Scary Stories Written Novels & Stories

I tilted the cover just enough to give them a glimpse. “A witch!” “There’s a kitty!” “Is it about ghosts?” The children scrambled off the adults’ laps and crowded closer. “Halloween is almost here. So today, I’m going to read you a story called *The Wonders of Halloween*.” The children eagerly began telling me about the Halloween decorations they had made at school. Before I knew it, even more of them had gathered around me. “Rin was a girl who was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was why she could not understand why everyone else wanted to turn into ghosts—”

She was the only one who saw me. She pulled a blade of grass from the ground, twirling it between her fingers for a while without saying anything. "Are you scared?" she asked, gently nudging my shoulder. I pursed my lips and nodded. “That’s understandable,” she whispered. “I’d be terrified too.” She offered a small, sad smile. "My grandmother says most of the stories about the Lycan King are exaggerated. She says powerful men make people nervous, and nervous people turn rumors into legends."

But still, my eyelids are absolutely reluctant to close. As I lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, I suddenly remembered Javier’s collection of horror books. That’s right. A while back, I’d idly picked up one of his scary stories. Since I’m actually a scaredy-cat, every time I read one of those horror stories, I’d immediately be scared out of my wits and end up falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.

I grabbed my phone and opened W******p, my fingers flying across the screen as anger and panic mixed inside me. **Me:** Why would you deceive me like that?! You knew that was my house when you were coming over, didn’t you? You’re my dad’s boss! How could you do that? You watched me do all those nasty things and then you just show up here like it’s normal? I can’t believe you! I sent it and waited, breathing hard. His reply came a couple of minutes later. **HotFantasy88:** Calm down, Susan. I didn’t plan for it to happen this way, but when I saw your last name and address, I couldn’t resist. You’re even more beautiful in person. We can talk about this properly. Don’t do anything rash.

⸻ The Writer was afraid. ⸻ Not of destruction. Not of death. ⸻ Of uncertainty. ⸻ 🌙 Why He Created Stories The Writer looked toward the endless shelves. 📖 ⸻ Then spoke softly. ⸻ “Do you know why I write?” ⸻ Nobody answered. ⸻ The Writer continued. ⸻ “Because stories make sense.” ⸻ The stars trembled. ⸻ “Stories have beginnings.” ⸻ “Stories have endings.”

“Oh God!” Out of everything that I’d learned after turning into a vampire, the stories of the Elders and their Death Squad had scared me the most. Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death.

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

The movie was over, so I wondered who wrote the scripts "Who would have written this? The person must have been from Judi Realm and probably a dweller of Transylvania" Jessy and I enquired for the author, and it turned out to be...

I moved my head and felt something brush my cheek. That was weird.When I tried to raise my hand and grab the thing, I realized that I couldn’t do it. Something was preventing me from moving my limbs. I frowned and tried to move my hand again, but once more it was stopped by some restraints.A sudden panic overwhelmed me, and my thoughts started swimming in the worst scenarios possible. I was kidnapped, and they were going to sell me. They were going to kill me. I was already dead.I wanted to scream, but my mouth was covered with fabric. I wanted to move, but I was tied to the bed.