Novel & Cerita Scary Things To Say

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

I think they are right People are meant to be scarier than ghosts because they have the ability to harm you. "Can you tell me why did you naturally did that?"I asked out of curiousity. "What?" he enquired cynically smiling Is this real?I'm blown away. "what? Are you saying something?"I can't believe that he can speak. "Are you going to murder me right now?" "Yes unless you beg"he said with a smile and smirking at me?What "Please don't kill me"I pleaded rubbing my palms together,Yes just like this I have a great plan dude.

"I have seen a lot of things in my life, and plenty of them are scary. Whatever you are planning to say to the other person can't possibly move me." "Who said I was trying to scare you?" he asked. "But it would be rather wise to be scared. I want you to know which side you should pick and how to approach when we talk next time." He slowed down after that, making his voice deliberately lower. "When we are talking about far more important things."

"Hey! Don't laugh. They're really creepy, okay?" "What's creepy about ladybugs? They're small and cute and harmless." "What about you? What are you scared of?" I looked at him. "I'm not telling." He shook his head. "Come on, don't be such a vagina. I told you mine." "I don't just like having people know what can be used against me." "Ugh, just shut up and tell me!" "Fine. I'm scared of goats." He told me. I stifled a laughter, "You're scared of goats. What the fuck, you're scared of goats?!"

Already regretting bringing up my crazy dreams, I made it short and sweet. "Oh, I don't know. I'm in this smoky forest and this wolf howls and runs up to me and, you know, chomps me. That's when I wake up. Silly, huh?" I'd left out the screaming and waking up Dad part. "That is 'supa-freaky!' It's a sign for sure. Seriously, something out there is trying to talk to you. New you, new grade. You feel overwhelmed. And maybe you, like, physically manifested your fears into a large dog running across the road. Whoa! You have some kind of psychic power, girl! That's awesome!"

--- I’m not ready to face whatever this is yet. But maybe, just maybe, I don’t want to run anymore. Because sometimes, the scariest things are the ones worth holding onto. And maybe, that’s enough for now.

You're stronger than this. There was one thing in this world that I was most afraid of, and that's death. I'm scared of everything related to death. I hate going to funerals. I hate the sad people who go to funerals. I hate the dress code. I hate how people look at each other with mixed emotions. I was afraid that he would get to me first and kill me with no remorse or mercy. Can't you believe it? I small bitch like me, talking all high and almighty is actually afraid of the big bad wolf?

But he stopped well short of where I stood. “Monsters,” I continued, warming to my theme. “Devils. Beasts who kill without hesitation and make entire packs tremble at the mention of your name. And you’re scared of a little height.” “We’re not—” “You’re scared of losing control,” I said, the realization hitting me with sudden clarity.

It dredged up many old hurts and painful memories of my past. But I will not live my life in that kind of fear. I will not be scared of the woods or the dark. I will not let the true monsters of this world win. Because there is more than one way to take a life. Cowering under the bed and fearing things that go bump in the night, is also being robbed of life.

The laughter seemed to echo through the room, lingering in the air like a sinister specter. Gradually, the laughter subsided, and a cold voice replaced it, seeping into my ears like icy tendrils. Each word was laced with an eerie calmness, making my heart skip a beat. "Are you not scared of making deals with the grim reaper?" the voice taunted. "I'm afraid that I charge my talent fee pretty high. Can you even afford it?"