Scary Woods Stories Novels & Stories

The gray one growled now and I almost screamed. My body was trembling in fear now. If this was a dream, I hoped to wake up soon. I regretted leaving the house to get some air. I shouldn’t have gotten this far into the woods. None of that mattered now, in the next few seconds I would be dinner. I could feel my body grow weaker as they approached me. It looked like my body was finally giving in to the fear. My vision became blurry as they halted. I was going to pass out. I could feel it. At least I wouldn’t be alive when they feed on me. My body dropped from the side and landed on the leaves. The wolves’ paws seemed to have disappeared and so was their fur. What was going on? The fur completel

Xavier wondered how they had not even caught her by her scent and then he quickly remembered that she was also a Damon and they knew how to hide their scents. “Should we check inside?” one of them asked. “I don’t think so,” another grunted. “I’ve heard lots of terrible legends about cabins in the middle of the woods. Most of them have been said to be possessed by evil witches and once you get in, you are cursed and you can’t get out again.”

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

“I’m so glad about the progress you’re making.” Following a brief delay, I said, “Something strange happened last night.” “I'm all ears.” “I had a nightmare, the same as the last few days. Very peculiar. About that night in the woods. I killed a girl; it was my body that harmed her but I just didn’t feel like I was in it. When it was over, my eyes wouldn't open. I was awake. I tried to open them. But they didn't for a while.” While scribbling down on the paper she mumbled, “Fourth time this week. Right?”

“What’s going on?” “It’s all over town,” Sara said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “The people who went into the woods - they’re telling stories. Elena, they’re saying there were werewolves out there. Actual werewolves. And not just that - there’s talk about some kind of... dark magic coming out of the trees.” Elena’s stomach dropped, her fingers tightening around the phone. “Dark magic?”

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest, the fear fueling my steps. Branches snapped and cracked in the distance, causing my breath to catch in my throat. The air grew heavy with an undeniable presence, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked within the woods. Each shadow seemed to hold a hidden threat, every sound a potential danger. And then, I saw it—a figure in the distance, illuminated by the pale moonlight. My heart froze as the shape took form, revealing a large, menacing wolf. Its eyes glowed with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

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.