Novel & Cerita Scary Twitter Stories

“You never loved me. I know you didn’t. You’re MUCH happier now. Aren’t you?” “You stupid bitch,” Skylar sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I told you to keep your emotions in check tonight! And now? Look what you’ve done! You’re scaring Demetrius’ guests!” So many people were talking at once. The room buzzed with gasps and whispers, combined with Demetirus’ and Sylar’s scolding. “I think we should go,” Storm whispered again. “It’s a….it’s a werewolf!” humans cried, horrified.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

He’s going to hit a panic button? “Why? Worried someone will hear your crazy sister talk about how she has magic and powers. I fight demons too, while we’re at it. And I’m sleeping with a vampire who drinks my blood every single fucking day and I love bleeding into his mouth.” “That’s enough,” Scott says and reaches for the panic button.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

She turned to us, her white top giving us some indication of light, “These woods are perfectly safe. The worst we’ll find is a bunny rabbit” Kira and I looked at each other, hearing Lacy sigh. Her hands wrapped around our wrists and she lightly squeezed, “I promise you guys, there is nothing” Like I said – we should not have listened to this girl. Just as the words were uttered the most blood curdling sound erupted from the trees. Howls… creepy and flipping scary howls. What came next was us three screaming, all huddling around each other. Tears brimmed in my eyes and on instinct (yes, it actually happened), I grabbed hold of my stomach.

In the end, I decided not to do it since I got scared of the possibility that she would come for me instead. But until now, I still can’t get over how terrifying that white lady's face looked.. Those are stuff worthy of nightmares... +++++++++++ And once again we end another storytelling session here at the Supernatural Spa. Next time, we will still talk about modern-day hauntings and you might be surprised at what items there are in our tales... So until next time dear reader, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night and fare thee well. Hope to see you again soon.

while my cheeks burned and I laughed like it was a joke. My sister is holding up one of my printed stories between two fingers like it might bite, rolling her eyes. “Horror? Really? You’re so dramatic.” My mother’s tired voice on the phone. “Just promise me you’ll have something stable, Willa. You can’t live on… spooky little tales.” Then other images, jarring against those. A stranger’s comment under a story I’d nearly not posted at all: *This wrecked me. I saw myself in this. Thank you.*

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.