Scary Text Stories 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.

"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?"

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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”

I moaned softly, hands fisting his shirt as he ground his thigh against my pussy through my thin shorts. When he finally pulled back, I was panting. “Pack your bags, baby,” he said, voice rough. “We leave Thursday morning right?. And Ava?” “Yes?” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t bother packing any panties. You won’t be needing them.” The next three days were absolute torture. Lucas texted me constantly. Filthy messages that left me wet and frustrated. Lucas: Thinking about how tight that pussy is going to feel when I finally stretch it open.

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.

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte