Scary Storys Novels & Stories

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

B expression as though he said something he shouldn't have crossed his face briefly but faded almost immediately, "what's the title? I bet I can sit through the whole movie without a jumpscare." "It's The conjuring, and you are definitely going to get scared, the internet says it's scary." Her lips were thinned into a straight line and her brows furrowed from the determination that they were going to get really scared." "Maybe you're right. Let's make a deal, whoever gets jumpscares first has to wear a pig onesie." "A pig? Seriously?" Why was she laughing hard at a random thing he said? "Yes, bring it on!" Steamy breath exhaled through the mouth and a fake act of lifting weights, Harry empha

my voice came out as a roar, enough to slice through the curling pheromone and send jolts of shock through the soldiers’ body. They jerked, slowly catching on to what they were doing. They simultaneously turned and saw me, before they sprung to their feet, fear registering on their faces. “Who gave you the permission to touch her?” I asked, and took a step forward. They all bowed their heads, shaking violently. The scent hit me again, stronger this time, as if targeting me alone. If this continued, I didn't know how long till I succumbed. I needed to get her to the witch doctor.

"Ms. Walsh, I heard it's your birthday today. I hope you don't mind me showing up uninvited?" At her cue, someone led in a small, snow-white puppy. "Its name is Elmo. Isn't it adorable?" As the fluffy puppy bounced toward her, Evelyn instinctively stepped back, bumping into a table. Her face went pale, and a wave of fear and panic surged in her eyes. "Take it away," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't like dogs."

“Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.” The silence after her story was deafening. No one dared to move, as if the smallest sound would summon the very thing she’d described. The bonfire crackled ominously, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, the eerie weight of the tale lingering far too long. The story settled over me like a weight, the dread thick and suffocating. A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.