Scary True Crime Novels & Stories

I'm living normal. I take a closer look at the things in my room. My bookshelf is filled with volumes of Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, several books on the human anatomy and a couple of murder mystery novels. A collection of true crime documentaries, CSI box collections and my prize Halloween dvds. On my walls in between my posters of Mike Meyers and Freddie Kruger, much to my mother's distaste, are various katanas which I've collected over the years. "Yeah. Very normal, Skylar." I say out loud, rolling my eyes.

“Movies are just fiction, right? No matter how spooky they are, it’s all fake. You won’t be anxious if you think of it that way.” Hailey herself didn’t want to be so scared, but she couldn’t help but imagine those horrible scenarios repeatedly. She was about to nod at Katie when suddenly everything went black. Hailey froze for two seconds before letting out a shrill scream of fear. She accidentally knocked over the bowl, causing it to fall to the ground and break. In total darkness, someone grabbed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She remembered what Travis Blake had said in the cemetery, about how there would be “several hands reaching out to grab her feet.” Hailey instinctively pul

"You were almost raped but your moans filled the air." "Why are you lying now? I'm telling you the truth. I was sobbing and begging them not to do what they were about to do." "I got no time for this. Get off my way." She dropped to her knees and began sobbing. "I'm saying the truth, Chris. Please believe me. After you left, I was so down that I crashed down on the ground crying my heart out. I was still crying when a hand rubbed my back and I turned to see those males you killed. I asked what they wanted and they replied: "me" which made me so scared. I stood up and wanted to vanish when they placed a spherical steel with a red button on my neck. The steel made me so weak and one of them je

He blinked, his hazel orbs shining with amusement while the corner of his lips subtly twitched, "Should I be scared that you know that?" I shrugged a shoulder, "I watch a lot of true crime documentaries." "And what if you don't want the body to be found?" He quizzed, hands settling on the curve of my hips as he settled between my legs. It was so natural. I gave his question some thought. Things like this were complicated. I knew not to believe everything I watched on documentaries and tv shows but I was studying criminal law. I knew a thing or two about getting away with murder. Again, I shrugged a nonchalant shoulder, "I'd call you to help me get rid of the body but we'll do it my way."

So, I curl up in my bed with a true crime podcast coming out of my earbuds as I pick up the current thriller book I’m reading. Since I have such a quiet and sweet nature thanks to being an empathic soul, most people would never guess my guilty pleasure is true crime, horror, and thriller. Horror was something my childhood friend Shane was into and I ended up finding my own entertainment in the scary things that most kids our age peeing their pants. Thriller came as a natural progression from horror as I was looking for other genres of books to read. When I started reading outside of what the school system required, I started with horror books. True crime, well, that was becoming of Shane too

*** She laughs at me. ***”Just remind me to not stand to close, that sh*t was scary.”*** Wyatt barks out. “I wonder if Mike was able to detect that with his blood tests?” ***”Probably not. Midge is a phenomenon even science can’t explain. I’m surprised Doc Sylvia’s head hasn’t exploded yet!”*** ***”Shut up, I’m not that weird. You make me sound like a freak.”*** ***”Boss, even I think you are scary.”***

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

He pulled it out and stabbed Clifford a few more times amid the chaos at the wedding venue. Bleeding heavily, Clifford fell into a pool of his own blood. He mustered what was left of his energy to place the voodoo doll against his chest before dying with a smile. At first, I thought Clifford was scammed into believing all the stories of rebirth. To my surprise, I felt my soul heating up. Feeling dizzy, I lost my consciousness.

“I don’t know how to do that.” “That’s what I thought too,” he replied. “Maybe she made it up. But today… after we scared them? I went back.” My brows shot up... Oh. So that was why he took forever to return. “Why did you go back?” I asked, confused. “What were you looking for?” “When people are scared, they confess weird stuff,” he explained. “Sometimes even crimes. Stuff they think might be the reason they are suffering.” I nodded... That made sense. Fear was basically a truth serum.

It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city. More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first... - You are using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines. - This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against the two communities of vampires and werewolves. - The old vampire said. Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows,