Scary Things To Say Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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!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.

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.

It was slow, deliberate, and chillingly intimate. I pulled my face in disgust, instantly rolling my eyes. My fear was quickly replaced by a sudden annoyance. If their goal was to scare me, they should've come up with something a lot more creative. "If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that. I’ve had men try to kill me in my sleep. I've been sold like livestock. I've had a bounty on my head. To me, you’re just a heavy breather with too much free time."

Harry playfully asked Nick what things he was afraid of. Hearing Harry's question, Nick's hand stopped. A panic flashed in his eyes for a moment that could not be avoided by the eyes of the three people in the room. Nick was silent for a while. William opened his mouth to say something to him, but before he could say anything, Harry gestured for him to be quiet. William did not say anything more after receiving Harry's gesture. Xavier was still staring at his son. Harry then looked at Nick and said with a smile, "Apart from dogs, I am afraid of many other things, such as cats and tigers. Who are you afraid of?"

As I watched the screen, my eyes widened while reading what Samuel said. "You know you haven't seen the bad side of me, right?" he said, and instantly that message ran chills down my body. I started feeling a bit creepy, and questions raged in my mind: what was Samuel talking about, and why was he threatening me? Each one was more ominous than the others, and the words seemed to echo in my mind.

"Why do humans even watch horror movies if they end up too scared to use the bathroom?" Max's voice rang out loud and clear, laced with heavy sarcasm. "Because humans are stupid and sometimes like to create problems for themselves." Mischa added with an eerily calm tone, completely emotionless, I choked a little on my tea, trying not to laugh.

No name. No number. Just a single sentence: “You look beautiful when you’re scared.”

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?

she said, clasping my hand. “I'll try.” I clasped her hand back. I looked through it, the intense gaze I threw right into the iris of her eye, aiming to find the lie there. I took a deep breath, trying to trust Doctor Sarah. “Recently, I have heard mysterious voices telling me to die. When the voice comes, then my head will feel dizzy and my consciousness will be out of control.” Doctor Sarah nodded her head. “Are you afraid of something?” My head looked up, my eyes stared towards the right, and tried to remember something. “Yes. I'm afraid of… blood,” I replied in a quivering voice.

There was everything to be afraid of. Aiden would not believe a word I will say and might start yelling before I say anything. ***