Scary Story Real Life Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t be surprised if the sofa tore. “They caught me,” she whispered, her gaze distant. “I was walking back to the dorm when suddenly they appeared and... and caught me.” Then, for the first time since she started telling her story, she blinked. “Before you accuse me, no, I wasn’t drunk or on drugs. I was sober enough to tell the difference between reality and fantasy. And I swear to God, what I saw was real!” Her voice rose before dropping to a fearful whisper. “There are werewolves around us, Corrine. These creatures aren’t just in books.”

'' ''Hey, you're Tess Harvey. ''You know me?'' I asked in disbelief. He didn't look familiar to me. ''Heck yeah! You're Tess Harvey. You're like the popular bad ass girl in this school.'' I had a reputation like this?That's the whole reason why people avoided me in the hallways. It was because I was feared. I trudged slowly back to my locker to grab a spare shirt if there was any. Tears stung my eyes. I never wanted to have a reputation as the scary, feared and easily annoyed girl. I wanted a normal life for myself. I wanted to live like a free bird. Put behind my past and move on with the present.

Nakikiramdam at nag-iisip ng sasabihin lalo na sa uneasiness na kanyang nararamdaman simula pa kahapon. “Napaka-relatable ng mga characters sa movie, no?” pag-uumpisa ng dalaga ng topic. “Parang totoong-totoo ang nangyari na nilagyan nila ng comedy.” “Movies are copies of reality. They are made based or closed to reality, but it can never be real. Katulad ng ginagawa mo ngayon, Sadako. Tell me, bumalik na ba ang memories mo?” “Huh? Anong-”

Absolutely! Sunny kept pacing back and forth, unable to shake off the lingering unease as she said, "I want it to be fake because I'm scared!" "But it's hard to deny the reality when witnessing something so terrifying." Layla nodded in agreement, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I understand what you mean. It's like a nightmare come to life. But a part of me can't help but think it was all fake." She then continued, " Maybe she thinks we will tell people, and then more people will come back."

Tyler suddenly said. Sandra suddenly faced Tyler swiftly with a shocked expression. "Even you too? Are you being for real right now? What's wrong with everyone or am I the crazy one?" "Nope! I was actually kidding. How can such things exist? They are only fictional," Tyler suddenly changed his answer and his wolf felt bad immediately. He doesn't just want to freak her out and she would never stop asking him questions. "Exactly my point, she mentioned this particular stuff to me last week. She said she was reading fantasy books about werewolves and told me that werewolves are real. I thought she was joking not until today, the seriousness in her face says it all and it's really bothering her.

"Do you believe in things that seem impossible? Things that should not exist but do?" "Like what?" "Like werewolves." I blinked. Stared at him. Waited for the punchline. "What?" "Werewolves. They are real. I am one. So is my father. So are Marcus and Jake and about forty other people in Brooklyn who are part of our pack." I laughed. Could not help it. "You are joking right? This is some kind of prank?" "I am completely serious." The look in his eyes stopped my laughter. He was not joking. He actually believed what he was saying. Which meant either he was telling the truth or he was having some kind of breakdown. I did not know which option scared me more.

I still have my grievance over that! "They are overprice everything! They are really corrupt in the ghost market! Especially that one bad nurse named Cathy, she was the scariest and ruthless of them all." Yes, Nurse Cathy. I still have a grudge against you for being ruthless to me. Your treatment was frightening. "So we have to be careful." Rica nodded. She seemed unfazed by what I said. "Do you really understand what I said?" I doubted her hearing. Rica rolled her eyes. "I've been wandering aimlessly and I've seen scarier things. Actually, not only the dead are the scary ones even the living too."

Emily asked in disbelief. “Yes. Do you read werewolf stories?” Brian was rather surprised by her interest in werewolves and he found it funny that, she still didn’t know she was one. “I thought they were just stories” Emily hugged her knees and shrank her body. “Every myth has some reality in it. Every story originated from somewhere, Emily. Werewolves are real!” Brian replied in calm voice. Emily nodded but didn’t look him in the eye. Her eyes were glued to the ground.

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

I bolted my door shut and rested my back behind it. My mind seemed to be in shambles as it tried to wrap around the things that had happened. I sat down on the floor of my room and tucked my knees in front of me. Screams and cries echoed throughout the castle and in response, I placed my hands over my ears to try and silence them. The things William said to me were not merely scary stories that mothers told their children— they are real. This is the reason my father is scared of them. They are not like us— they are the blood drinkers.