Scary Text Novels & Stories

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

Disgust twisted in me as I spat in his face, watching him flinch. “You are nothing but scum, Geoffrey. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of what comes next. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for death. This, I promise you.” The fear in his eyes grew, and his body began to tremble as he looked away, his whimpering starting up again.

her voice shook eat the end, the fear in them very evident. Natalie on the other end, panicked. "Oh no, baby. I'm stuck in traffic!" She honked in unison with the traffic word leaving her mouth. Some drivers yelled at her to keep it down but she yelled back at them. "Nat, you know I can't stay under the rain for long" Scar said as she gazed around warily. "Yeah, I know your phobia for rain. What do we do?" Scar sighed, not for calmness, but for the dread that was building at the pit of her stomach.

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

I mentally face palmed myself at that rhytheorical question. "You're not scared of the dark tracy. You're terrified of what's in the dark. For example, cockroaches." Once again, his words left me thumb founded. My mind wandered off to what was actually in the dark, just like he said. Fucking cockroaches."Wow, thank you. Shrink." I said sarcastically. He did not need to know there was some truth behind his words. Not right.

Grabbing my phone, I frowned when I saw a text from the devil itself, "CconviNCceee mnhy daaasd tob lkjrseasve." I believe that means Convince my dad to leave. Wow, he's good in typing messages without looking at it properly. SARCASM. I smiled, then said out loud, "What if I don't?" He smirked while Tan looked confused, "What if you don't?" Tan asked. Vibrate. CFRRAXZZXDFYYHGDAATTER. Crazy Hater. Fine.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

******************** ALEXA I was scrolling through I*******m when I suddenly froze. My heart raced. Fear. Shock. Anger. What the actual fuck?

In awkwardness, he clears his throat and corrects himself: “Fine, I got a weird text. I suspect that it’s from Silco, but I can’t be sure.” Instead of taking over the phone he hands me, I shoot him a suspicious look instead. The last time he met Silco, they wanted to tear each other apart. And now Silco could summon him with a text? But Damian looks dead serious, and I have to turn my eyes to his phone. A one-line text. [A tip as a peace offering: if you want to help Scar, a clumzy pen could help.] Clumzy Pen!