Scary Text Novels & Stories

Lena stared at the message glowing on her phone screen, her pulse quickening with each passing second. The words were brief but chilling: “Your home is not safe. Trust no one. Someone close is part of it.” The text had no name, no identifier. It was a warning from the shadows, sent to shake the very foundation of her security.

With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery! Suddenly, she felt she was wrong about something. Today was not just an unlucky day for her; it was a disastrous day! Seeing Hailey’s pale face, Travis Blake’s anger instantly disappeared. “I think there’s something behind you,” he snapped. This made Hailey nervous. She found it difficult to breathe as goosebumps spread across her arms. She let out a scream and quickly wrapped all her limbs around Travis Blake’s body like a sticky octopus.

I gulped, shaking violently in fright. Blackmailing is one of the truest forms of horror. He pulled away and called Mr. Layne who seemed lifeless. He didn't even flinch. Lucien texted me the address and left, leaving me alone with him.

NINA I looked down at my phone reading his recents texts. Mr Wrong: Are you alive or am I texting a ghost? Mr Wrong: Are you scared I’ll come for you? Weren’t you the one who told me to get you? [This one he had send me before too, like he thought I was scared of him.] Mr Wrong: At least, let me know you’re okay. Mr Wrong: This is going to be my last text, if you didn’t reply I won't ever text you again.

I can feel the goosebumps creeping up on my skin and I feel cold all of a sudden - I know that feeling, I'm scared, I'm scared to death not yet, I thought it was over “but who do we have here? Isn't that Satan's child? »

Phoebe’s POV My blood runs cold after reading the text and it feels like someone injected ice cold water inside my veins. Even after being wrapped inside the warmth of the thick comforter, my body shivers with fear. Oh my God, it can’t be! My mind goes into over-drive as it starts creating logical explanations for Blaze receiving such a morbid text. From the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like Blaze ordered some guy named ‘Scott’ to kill his irritating dog.

Well, I hope that won’t happen. But honestly, it’s really scary that someone sends you texts telling you about what’s happening to you. Who wouldn’t be scared if a picture of me sleeping and going to the bathroom to take a bath was sent? He’s a total creep. Caleb said, that's too much for him to be a fan of me. Maybe next time I will really be kidnapped. Instead of helping me calm down and relax, he gave me a reason to overthink. I just hope that my stay here will be fine.

Had his assurance that the wolves would be destroyed if they didn't marry truly not been his own desires, but rather, his fears of what would happen if he lost control of the goblins? As the cart finally lurched to a stop, Scar peered out the window to see nothing but darkness. Even her witch senses did nothing to help her here; she saw textured rock around her, but nothing else. Her nose picked up the musty scent of the earth and ancient dust. Damon jumped down and came around to help her out, his grip on her arm tight as he led her into the inky blackness. "I can't see anything," she whispered, feeling as if she were walking into her own grave.

- John Carl, I am agitated and keeps stomping silently my foot I sprint silently at the post where I'm in the middle of the tree and the post, and there is this structure called expressPay, which gave a small platform that gives me some moments to breathe "hoooo.. ha.. ha ... this too tiring, oh god I need some miracle"- John Carl being scared and at the same time is terrified makes me feels numb though my mind still not believing what I'm seeing, the reality was too harsh and every time I try to peak, the zombies never leave their place!

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.