Scary Thriller Books Novels & Stories

I watch as she sits down and grabs the checked-out book she had chosen for the weekend, already enthralled in the first few chapters when the first of the few beasts began to lurk just outside in the shadows of the street. The bright and hopeful dream quickly turns dark, almost as if a tinted film had drifted before me and covered the unfolding scene—making me grow uneasy as I swiftly sense the atmosphere contort sinisterly, readying me to relive what it is that happened next. Sounding just as harrowing as it did the first time, the shattering sound of blood-curdling screams begin to erupt from outside the walls of the old flat—sending the usually quiet residential street into a blind panic.

Sienna’s eyes landed on what looked like a dried patch of blood in the dirty wall, and she let out an involuntary whimper. Oh no, he is one of those sick serial killers. A fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks before she noticed something glinted to her right, and she gasped at seeing the silver knife, its sharp edge so close to her skin. No, no, no, no, no…. Her breath hitched as a loud sob raked her body. “Please... don’t hurt me.” Sienna whimpered in fear, earning a satisfied smile from the creep who has now removed his mask. “Please…” She tugged at her restraint.

With heavy feet and breathing, I went back for my book. Due to fright, I imagined various scary scenes. I imagined myself being pulled inside the cabinet and brought to the underworld. I imagined being strangled by the lady in red’s hair. I imagined a flying knife aimed my left eye. I shook my head and picked the book in haste. I turned around and saw through the corners of my eyes two hand prints on the floor. My heart beat wildly again. A creaking sound sounded from behind me. It was like a bomb in my ears that made me dashed out of the room and straight ahead the elevator.

, someone announced on the stage which made me concentrate back to stage to see that my friend was about to start her performance and as soon as she hit the first cord of her vocals, all sort of negative energy just vanished atleast that is what I felt and also by this time the entire book store was mesmerized by her soulful voice and the light music was complementing it the best way possible but now all I could think about was all the possible assumptions which could give me any logical reason for the extremely weird energy of that place. At the end of the performance I moved towards my right to nearest book shelf which was of fiction category and it has always been my favourite genre as i

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

I grinned. Rina snorted. “I’m a little annoyed by people trying to turn classic literature into horror shit.” Kimi and I looked at her in surprise. “So, you prefer pure horror?” I asked. Rina rolled her eyes. “Have you met your sister? She’s all about the jump scares and psychological thrillers.” I wrinkled my nose. “So is your brother. I’m not going to lie, Blood and Chocolate and Warm Bodies were a compromise. As was Shaun of the Dead.”

The moon chooses. The blood binds. The Trials begin. The scream tore from Ava’s throat before she even saw the creature. One second, she was stumbling down the gravel path that led home after her late shift at the bookstore. The next, her lungs were burning with cold night air, her ears ringing with an inhuman growl, and her heart pounding in chaos as something massive and fast lunged from the shadows. She didn't have time to think. Only time to run. But the wolf was faster.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”