Scary Voices Novels & Stories

I don’t know how it will go but I hope it isn’t going to fuck me up due to my stupid period… I fell asleep without any type of dream but it was even scarier since I could hear the voices appear once again. I couldn’t make out what they were saying to me but I was too scared to even figure it out. I felt like I was curled up into a ball and I was being looked at by them.

I screamed in agony, the pressure in my skull unbearable. Suddenly, I felt my father’s presence before me, his voice calling my name, his hand reaching for me. I stepped back, stumbling, desperate to avoid his touch, terrified of what I might do next. Then the voices began. They whispered at first, but quickly grew louder, too many voices, all urging me to do horrible things. The voices twisted with the noise in my head, becoming a cacophony of madness that threatened to tear me apart. I couldn’t control it.

I was scared and cold, and they urged me to stand up. The first time it happened, I refused to stand up from the cold until Lucas shook me awake. The voices roared. The second week, the voices had faces. Red glowing eyes, urging me. What they wanted me to do was still unclear, but I knew I wanted no part of it. They called my name and chanted in some language I couldn't understand. Their voices were deep and grotesque. It was happening again tonight. This time, it was a single voice calling my name. He whispered it as if it were a secret. I could feel the voices coming nearer, and I drew away in fear, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was trapped in this dream.

Shailyn placed her hands over the wolf's shoulders, shaking her back to reality. Skylar sharply opened her eyes, flashing from green to purple, her wolf struggling to take over again. "Breathe, breathe. It's okay!" She instructed, taking deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling, signaling Skylar to follow up. Skylar took deep breaths to calm her raging heart down, her eyes staying on their normal green color. "I'm fine" Shailyn nodded and sighed in solace. "What did you see?" "Not see, I heard voices. Tormented voices, seeking and asking for help" Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head.

His voice is gets me goosebumps on my skin it’s scary that the hair at the back of my neck rises. It causes the blood in my veins to freeze, it causes my breath to come shorter in my lungs, it causes cold sweat to break out from my forehead as all the hair on my body seems to stand. "Scarlet, are you scared?" he chuckles this time and it’s sounds more like an echo. His voice suddenly dies and then another voice comes up again and this fucking time I could recognize it. It belongs to Michelle. I can recognize her voice… My hands quivers and I shriek out again, “ Who the fuck are you and why do you keep my family?!” I groan out and shriek around but I only see the fog.

The man put the 'R' in Scary. "Who the fúck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled. Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way. When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time." . .

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Unreasoning terror filled him as he imagined some creature circling in the dark, primal fears painting an image of gleaming claws hungry for flesh . Obsidian eyes. Thick, mucus-slicked hide bristling with tiny hairs. Soul-plundering teeth clicking in anticipation. A voice screamed, shattering the silence with syllables that blasted his mind. Gavin clapped his hands over his ears but the booming voice set fire to his thoughts and as he collapsed to his knees, screaming, the words burned themselves onto his brain . . . MENE, MENE! TEKEL UPHARSIN! Everything convulsed: himself, the darkness around him, his insides. He jerked and seized. The light exploded, the voices exploding into a wailing cr

How can I make it stop? I don't want to be here. Now I am surrounded by nothing but darkness. I have no idea when tears start to stream down my cheeks until the scariest voice I have ever heard fills my ears. The scariest thing about that voice was the fact I was unsure if it belonged to a man or a woman. It sounded as though it belonged to both. “You must reflect on everything. Only then will you know who you truly are!”

‘Don't worry, it's not Dante at all,’ the voice replied. I don't understand what's happening or why it has to be like this—two voices inside my head speaking as if they're conversing with each other. Whoever said, "Leaving for Good," isn't Dante. It's the voice inside my head speaking as if two people are residing there. ‘Why are you so scared, Vinorca? Chill out,” came a response inside my head, shocking me. I'm certain that I'm not talking to myself. Someone is inside my head, and there are two distinct tones and pitches I can hear. But who are they? My wolf?