Scary Text Stories Novels & Stories

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

I gagged slightly when he went deeper, but I wrapped my tongue around him, sucking harder. He groaned and pulled me back onto the bed, plunging into me again without warning. The sudden stretch made me cry out. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat earlier, and now it hit deep inside me, making my body shake. I could feel myself getting close, my thighs trembling, he lifted my face and released into my mouth, it dripped down my lips as I swallowed shakily. “I came to rob you,” he whispered into my ear, biting the tip gently, “but I found something more interesting.” He removed the handcuffs, and I felt the cold metal leave my wrists. My body ached pleasantly, i quickly pulled off the

the Architect said, smiling cruelly, “I’m not the only one hunting you. The Board kept a hundred books on their computer. Scary stories, war stories, stories of monsters that eat stars. Now, the walls between the books are gone.” As he spoke, the alley began mixing with other worlds. Off in the distance, Maya saw a metal dragon from a space story flying above a candy forest. Ghosts from an ancient horror tale wandered through a futuristic city of glass. Everything was colliding. The long path had turned into a nightmare. “We need to go,” Julian said, grabbing Maya’s hand. “The Ghostwriter said the secret is in the title of Chapter 100. We have to reach the end before this world becomes a sto

Scar locked the door turning to Cindy who was a crying mess on the floor,her dress rumpled,tears ruining her face,which is now streaked with mascara. “Let me go this minute” She ordered her voice shaking. “Yes I will,it's all in your hands,let's try this” Scar said softly, turning on the tap she watched the bathtub fill up slowly. She grabbed Cindy by the hair again, pushing her head in the water. Cindy thrashed uselessly,it was fruitless Scar's grip was firm. “Let's play a game,rules very simple,I ask you a question,you tell me the truth I let you go,if you don't you learn to breathe under water”

Kian's gaze finds me, and he extends his hand. "It's getting colder," he murmurs, a little cold in his tone. I stand and sit further from him, between Max and Doty, and they both smile at me. As the night went on, the guys told scary stories, which were really scary, like the horror films Mya makes me watch.

The next night I could barely think straight. My body still ached in the most delicious ways from everything Kai had done to me. But the hunger only grew stronger. When his text came telling me to be in his room at exactly nine o’clock, completely naked except for the collar, I obeyed immediately. I knelt in the center of his bedroom floor with my hands behind my back and my knees spread wide. My pussy was already dripping down my thighs by the time he walked in.

I flipped to the next page. “The voice won’t stop. Keeps telling me what I am. What I’ll do. Monster. Killer. Can’t escape it. Can’t make it stop.” The next page was worse. It didn’t even make sense, not that the first two pages did, either. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Gore. A knife. Need the knife if I’m going to complete his ritual.” The rest of the page dissolved into illegible scribbles. I kept reading. It was page after page of the same thing. Fragmented thoughts about death and blood and murder. Some of the words were truly vile. Some in all capital letters, others written so tiny they were like the text form of whispers.

The light in the bathroom flickered with rhythm, one he now recognized as pacing. And sometimes… Sometimes he heard breathing near his neck when he wasn't paying attention. Still didn't scare him. But it did intrigue him. --- On the fourth night, it got bold. Nathan was brushing his teeth, staring at the fogged-up mirror when letters began to form. No dripping blood. No jump scares. Just… steam handwriting. "Nice lips." Nathan spat into the sink, mouth foaming. "Wow," he said flatly. "A ghost with rizz."

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.