Scary Voices Novels & Stories

As the car zoomed down the winding road, singing along to their favorite tunes, Scarlett couldn't shake off the feeling that something strange was about to happen. A chill ran down her spine, making her hair stand on end. Her ocean-blue eyes darted around, searching for any sign of what was to come. Suddenly, a sharp pang shot through Scarlett's head. She winced, clutching her temples, as a voice echoed in her mind. It was gentle yet commanding, like a whisper carried by the wind. "Scarlett," the voice called, resonating in her thoughts.

His eyes pleaded with his mom, but she dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand. 'Vicky, sweetie, it's just your imagination running wild!, so forget it' The words stung, her tone a stark contrast to the eerie whispers that refused to silence. The transe was still going on. Vicky's frustration mounted, his helplessness palpable as he struggled to convey the terror that stregthened its grip. The voices persisted, a constant reminder that he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't awaken. Maria also told him not to think much about it. But Vicky had some unknown voices coming from some unknown direction. "How I could do that? How I could do that?" He repeatedly told himself tha

“He’ll be angry.” “He needs you.” “Don’t,” the female voice whispers. Their unearthly voices send shivers up and down my spine. It’s like they’re whispering directly against my ear, more a hum than noise. It’s the only time I’ve ever felt afraid of them, like I have to be reminded of what they are. Ghosts. Apparitions. Maybe even demons trapped in a cage. “Careful,” she whispers to me when she realizes I can’t just… turn around, not now, not when her companion is willing to show me the way.

I tried to move my both feet and I was unable to move, as I was also try to scream and each time I tried opening my mouth, nothing was coming out of it. 'Am I the next one to be killed or what is next for me?' With fears and goosebumps all over my body and face, I questioned myself deep down in my thought. "No, it is not you that I am here to harm... I have come here to do the work of fate and I am only here to warn you. Do not get into whatever they are about to do, for I will wipe away whoever or whatever stands in my way!" In a terrifying manner, the voice said those words to me and I became more scared, that it can even listen to my thoughts and communicate with me.

FEYRE CAMPBELL. “Freak.” “Witch.” “Disgusting pig!” The masculine voices behind me said and I shuddered, I had thought that I’d done everything I could to avoid them today but I was wrong. Everywhere I turn, they’re there. “Wait, don’t tell me,” the voice I recognized to be Reid’s got louder as the sound of footsteps resounded in my head, causing me to play out all of the terrifying things that could happen to me in just a matter of minutes.

The helplessness in his tone is raw. “DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU MONSTER!” I scream and hug my arms around myself. His hand stops halfway and there comes that perceptible look of despair and misery in his eyes but I don't care. Suddenly, I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like there are voices in my head, many familiar voices, all repeating the same thing over and over again. He's evil. He's evil. He's a monster. “Stop.” I cry out to no one and I yank my hair, wanting the voices to stop already but instead, they chortle at my dismay.

she continues hearing the voices and suddenly they were turning into cries and becomg more loud Even though she covered her ears, she is still hearing them with it's high pitch "You will die!!!" "No I won't die!" She hollers, shuddering in fear "You will die!" The voices continue to scream in her head "That's enough!!!" She shriek and fall on the cold floor still covering her ears and shuddering in fear, her eyes tightly closed Her face is already red due to the intensive struggling of trying to stop hearing those voices and the chattering of her teeth due to cold

“Well . . . I want to know what you saw. Because you were screaming and it seemed like you were in a trance. You wouldn’t wake up and it alarmed me.” “I heard voices,” I say briefly. He freezes in his spot. “I hear voices every time I get in there too.” My eyes go wide. I turn to face him. “What voices? What do they say?” “I just hear his mom’s voice,” he says, his voice breaking. “My wife, you know . . . but she tells me things that she would never say in real life. Almost like she’s taunting me.” Fear soars through my veins now.

“Oh, this is amazing." “This isn't funny!” I scowl. “She's got you good,” Fabian cackles. “You actually think you're cursed, don't you? Actually, I do, because now we're beginning to hear strange voices. What karma.” "This isn't funny, Fabian. I'm hearing voices, and yet no one is around me. If you ask me, it's something we should be concerned about because right now, I don't think anyone is behind this. I think I'm being cursed for good. Or some ghost might be following me now.

“I shouldn't have bothered you.” “You aren't bothering me,” I plead with him. “It's just this stupid voice in my head. It won't leave me alone.” “You are hearing voices?” Osiris asks. The look on his face tells me that he is clearly concerned about me. “I am only hearing one voice,” I huff. “A very annoying voice.” “And you don't have a wolf?” Osiris asks with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Nope,” I sigh. “You think I am crazy, don't you?”