Scary Story Read Novels & Stories

Red snuggled closer to Reed, breathing in his intoxicating cologne while his fingers traced electrifying circles on her hip. She couldn't help but feel extremely horny to be sharing such a kinky experience like this with him. “Today is October 20th, 2020. Our fucking 20th birthday. We are the freaking spooky kids. Why the fuck should we be intimidated by anything?” Light’s deep voice pierced the eerie silence. His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats.

“You probably always knew, didn’t you? That she wasn’t to be trusted. And me? Blind. Foolish. I let her stand beside us all these years, poisoning me under my own nose. If you were awake, you’d tell me how to fight her. You’d tell me how to stop what’s coming.” ‎I pushed myself to my feet and crossed the room, stopping at the old bookshelf. My fingers trailed over the spines until I pulled out a familiar, worn storybook. The cover was faded, the edges torn, but it brought a memory of nights by the fire, sitting cross-legged as he read to me. ‎ ‎I carried it back and sat down again, opening the first page. “Remember this? The story of the Big Bad Wolf.” ‎ ‎I cleared my throat and read aloud,

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

We were all laughing and sharing embarrassing childhood stories as we got out of the car when we spotted a huge banner on the main door that made us all stop dead in our tracks, losing our smiles in the flash of an eye. Scarlett seemed the most terrified by the words written in blood, she clung to the pillar and her eyes went dead with darkness as we all read the threat staring back at us. I’m coming for her, boys. Sooner than you think, and nothing, I mean NOTHING, in this mother fucking world can save her from me. See you soon, losers. —L

Something definitely happened, but why can't she remember? During the break, Scarlett didn't have lunch with her friends. She had gone to attend the book reading with her group. It was the only place that kept her sane. It was the only place she could be her nerdy self. "I will do the reading, Mr. Park." Scarlett said as she stood up. She picked up the book that was on her desk and flipped it open. "Now. Let's all open chapter one." It was a book about Alice in Wonderland. Scarlett had questioned why they would read a kid's book, but this one was filled with adventures, so she didn't mind.

“In a modest community in New England, teenagers are kidnapped around night and… covered alive.” I interrupt and take a dry drink, rather stunned by the unreasonable comparability with our current reality. Days after the fact that they emerged changed, planting disorder and spreading fear, told by a long-standing petition from the parascientists known as the Fear Specialists. Where do you say you tracked down this book? - I ask Grecia after making a sound as if to speak. —In Sassa 's room.— He had a note from his father, he got it for her, she clarifies. The moment one of you was not lonely directed my messages or calls, I chose to read it alone. Justoedith appeared shortly after I completed

Napalunok siya nang mapunta sa mga labi nito ang mata niya. Ako din pala ang lalabag sa special rule number 2. Unti-unti siyang yumuko at hinalikan ang noo nito. Paano ko ba sasabihin sa’yo ang totoo? I’m scared, Sadako. I’m really scared if you’re going to hate me.

And since that night— People say the child wanders through the unfinished mall. Taking faces. Calling people. And sometimes— Walking without a face. Story Ends — Panic in the Auditorium As Aarav finished, students clutched each other in terror. Death-like fear filled every face. Then— The register flipped its page on its own. Blue ink appeared— “Story 2 — Completed” The next name— “Naina Verma” Naina was sitting in the first row— But her chair was empty. And in its place, on the floor—

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?"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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 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.