Scary Story To Tell In The Dark Novels & Stories

The table is sliding across the floor, the heavy oak legs groaning under the weight of the double assault. "Yeah, take it!" I shout over the noise. I grab Skyler’s hair, pulling her head back so I can see her face. She’s gone, her eyes rolled back, her mouth leaking a trail of spit as her pussy pulses around me in a desperate clench. "Tell me! Tell me I’m better than him!" "Yes... oh god, yes, Liam!" Skyler sobs.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

I scroll through the latest replies on her post, and my gut twists with a mix of amusement and unease. “You want a shadow? How about I bury you alive and let you feel what it’s like to suffocate in darkness? You’ll have plenty of time to think about your next chapter.” “You won’t need to write fiction when I’m done with you. I’ll carve my story into your skin, one letter at a time. Trust me, you’ll remember every word.” “I can show you how a real killer works, Nova. But first, I’ll test your nerves. I’ll be in your house before you even realize I’m there, watching you sleep, deciding when to make you scream.”

I reply softly after a moment. "Of course, that would be better than you out on the roads all night. You never know what is lurking in the dark these days." he tells me, and I shiver in response. He wasn't wrong. Madam Diana had told me about all the different creatures that lurked in the dark and they all terrified me. "Okay, thank you." I reply, biting my lip anxiously. I could only hope he wasn't one of those creatures in disguise.

I got on my knees and whispered, barely above a breath, “If I do this… if I suck you, you won’t tell Mom, right?” Magnus tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk spreading across his face, sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. “Depends,” he hummed. I gasped in surprise as his hand reached out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. His eyes flicked briefly to the clock on the wall before returning to me. “Let’s make this more fun. If you can make me cum in ten minutes, your secret stays safe with me. But if you don’t… you’ll have to make me cum another way.”

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.

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

“Those are the best stories,” “Do they tell them at your school?” “Sometimes,” he shrugged. He was a precocious child and was unimpressed by Ed’s ignorance. It was clear on the boy’s face. “Everybody has heard of them.” “I haven’t heard of them before,” Ed said, trying not to grin. The boy looked at Ed as if trying to decide whether or not he was pulling his leg. “I think you should take me up to my bedroom, and you can tell me a story before I go to sleep, but not very scary because it’s really dark up there, too.”