Scary True Crime Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you'd still refuse even if you were given a billion?" "It's not about that..." Gladis continued. "Every time after watching a horror movie, I end up feeling scared all by myself at night. Afraid to go to the bathroom, to the kitchen, not to mention I'll definitely have nightmares. That's why I'm not interested. Even if my boyfriend asks me to watch, I won't!" While holding her phone to her ear, Alice chuckled and then laughed. Her friend was quite a handful indeed. "Alright, let's just watch Fast and Furious then. The guest stars in this series are really good. There's The Rock and John Statham."

“You know, my aunt always said the people in this country had a passion for fear. I believe that is still true. Fear is the first and most pure of man’s experiences. It nourishes us in a way. We come to crave it. “As you say, there have been some tragic and disturbing events recently.” Skoger walked off the porch and approached the truck. “But don’t you think that what the people need is distraction in times like these? Frights they can feel in control of? The thrills and shocks of our ‘Spook Party’ seem much more preferable to the real life horrors seen on the news. Horrors that once only happened somewhere else, but now . . . well. We’ve already sold nearly three-quarters of our tickets, y

I said, smiling. “If you are scared of me, then you should be scared of your new boyfriend, Caleb,” PJ said with an evil look on his face. “He is not my boyfriend,” I said firmly. He moved in closer to me, and before I knew what was happening, his hand was around my throat. “I know you lied to me, Scarlett. I was watching,” He hissed, “He never left until this morning. Did you enjoy fucking him,” He added in a snarl. “Wait; what? You’ve been watching me?” I asked, trying to wriggle away.

"Cindy, you bitch! You're trying to ruin me!" Eden strode over angrily and harshly grabbed me by the collar. I was rattled in her hands. My cap and wig fell, and my scarf was also torn away. Our eyes finally met. Her hands suddenly stopped, and her sharp gaze turned into one of panic. She instinctively took a step back. Eden probably wasn't expecting that I had turned into something horrifying after months of being apart. Her shock wasn't surprising to me. "Why? Did I scare you?" I asked calmly. My exposure was enough to bring me a deathly threat, but I couldn't care less.

VICTORIA POV. “Victoria! Can you hear me?” Jake’s voice broke through the ringing in my ears. His hands were on me, shaking me, desperate. “Victoria…” I could hear him. But for a moment, everything had stopped. The floor beneath me didn’t feel real. My body didn’t feel real. Because after what I’d just heard, there was no more denying it—my mother had been murdered. “Victoria, please…” Jake’s voice cracked, raw with panic. “Say something. Please.”

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Adrian leaned toward them and explained that I was exaggerating to steal Selena's moment. Then the third blade drove in. My hand emerged through the opening near the top. My fingertips were bloody from scraping the metal in the dark. Selena slammed the panel down and trapped my hand inside again. The audience thought it was part of the trick. They applauded. They laughed. Adrian sat alone in the interview room and watched the recording over and over. An Enforcer finally reached for the controls, but Adrian said hoarsely, "Play it again." The video restarted. My scream filled the room.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

She wondered. Precious each step was like injecting anxiety insulin into Monica's fear-gripped heart. Her body was shaking. Precious took another step and Monica's heart almost became paralyzed with fear. Another step could be the death of her. Have footsteps ever kill? Today might be the day a victim will be broadcasted of dying by the sounds of footsteps, who knows?

I think the kidnappers jammed the knife in his chest to distract us from something else, something that we would find out from this corpse after all dead men tell no lies. I looked up to see Justin watching Dr Leslie instead of investigating the crime scene, I shook my head before slapping both my hands together, Justin was the replica of a deer caught in headlights before he became extremely flustered knowing very well that I had caught him gawking at our doctor over here, in my opinion Justin didn’t stand a chance with Dr Leslie, I smirked at him before turning my attention back to the crime scene.