Scary Text Novels & Stories

Hear screaming. Feel hands on my arms, not gentle. I scream and shove him back hard. He stumbles, shock etched across his face. “Don’t touch me!” I gasp, chest heaving. People stare. Alexander looks shaken, not angry. Horrified. “I didn’t…Scarlett, I didn’t…” “Stay away from me,” I whisper, shaking violently. “Please.” He backs away slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll break if he moves wrong. “I would never hurt you,” he says hoarsely.

Nauseous waves entered my system; my stomach churned from fear and guilt. I couldn't stop. Breathe in. My eyes roamed the walls as if searching them for a way out. There wasn't one. I was ensnared in this net of lies; the only escape was to stick it through. I texted Samuel, fingers only seeming to slow down time. "It's being sent now," I texted, the words hanging like a death sentence in the air.

Chapter 80 Back in Meera's cave or rather her coven. Scarlett looked around fearfully, she could see that they were no more in the forest now she was in a place that looked like something that had come out of a horror movie. The place gave off a very evil feeling, like a place some malicious ghosts might be inhabiting, and for the first time, Scarlett felt scared of a place. The cave had jagged and rough little spikes everywhere, there was the feeling of pain and suffering that leaked off the walls and her mind could barely comprehend what she was seeing. There was something like the smell of blood in the air and it wanted to make her puke because not only did the place look scary. It was ac

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

Samuel said with disdain. Of course, the scar-faced man was not afraid of ghosts, but when people were most frightened, they would always subconsciously say those words... "How is it? Did you see it clearly?" Human, it was a human! But he was even more terrifying than a ghost! In the end, when the scar-faced man stepped back again, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. "I've done what I said. What about you?" Samuel looked down at the crowd.

She rubbed on the spot. When Taheem had yanked her from the car and into the house from the back door, she had expected to be shoved into a dark cell, with damp cold floors and mice and lizards and crawling insects for companion. She had expected to be locked up with no blanket for warmth and given stale bread to eat and water to drink. So when he had led her upstairs and into this room, she had stood rooted and scared, wrapping her arms around her body and eyeing him from the corner of her eyes. What was he going to do?

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He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! 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!

“Does that mean that we all get to live a long time? Together?” Caitlin stopped and knelt down, and looked her in the eyes. “I sure hope so,” she said. Scarlet frowned. “But I heard that vampires are scary. Does that mean I’m scary?” Caitlin smiled. “No, love, you’re not scary at all. You’re perfect. Only some vampires are scary. Just like some humans are scary. Other vampires are very, very nice. Even nicer than some humans.” “Is that my kind?” Scarlet asked. “Yes it is. We never hurt any humans. We eat animals, just like humans eat animals.”

‘Don’t scare me like that. . .’ Staring at the text i typed on my keyboard, I bite my lower lip in thought. Is a ‘pick me up at nine’ text better in this case? I don’t know what to respond to reading my life is in danger. My fingers sweep through my hair, pushing it backwards. I’m puffing air out my mouth with every exhale, my anxiety kicking in. I clear the text in my keyboard. ‘Please meet me sooner. . . I’m scared.’ I text and send.