Novel & Cerita Scary Woods Stories

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

We were halfway there when I looked over at Emery who was as silent as a church mouse. This wasn’t like him and I could smell the nervousness rolling off of him. “Hey man, what’s got you so damn quiet?” I nudged him with my elbow. He blinked a few times as his brown eyes scanned the road and both hands gripping the wheel so tight I could see the white in his knuckles, “I’m just a little tense after seeing those pictures. We have seen some pretty nasty shit, dude, but that was,” he stopped and shook his head, “fucked.” I turned back to the road and the images of the body flashed in my head. I shivered, “Yeah, it definitely makes you wonder what the hell are really in these woods.” I looked to

STAR 'S POV It was the early dawn of winter, the moon seemed to be at sleep, the stars mocking me from above, if you listened well enough, you could hear the light whispers of the winter wind: to walk through the woods at that time of year was like a death wish, the worst could happen. Remembering stories of ghosts and witches in the woods got me frightened at the least. It took courage to walk through those woods. The chilly weather wasn’t any helpful, neither were my clothes. A white off-shoulder lace top and a red mini skirt are not an outfit for weather like this. I couldn’t remember why I was in the woods in the first place, and with the clothes, I was on for that matter, I rarely go ou

I started telling them the grocery store experience surprisingly neither of them showed any sign of shock. “Her warning was right, the woods has been a hot spot for ritual killings and unnatural deaths, one time a group of hikers claimed they were attacked by a wolf on two legs only three of them survived out of a team of seven hikers-” Dan paused cause of fly buzzing past his nose. “A lot of stories are circulating around the woods it’s a surprise some people still have the courage to go hiking there” Gwen said. “Well I have no intentions of going on a lonely walk in the woods but another thing happened that same evening” I told them about the mysterious following guy this time they were sh

Honestly, who would think of looking here? I felt my muscles grow taut when rustling came from the lush bushes. It could have been anything — a squirrel, a chipmunk, a deer even — but fear clawed at my skin because I wasn't ignorant. I knew of the supernaturals that lurked in these woods at night. "Get in the car," Victor growled through the link, his eyes shifting from startling blue to obsidian and back, "Now, woman!" He yanked the door open and gave me pointed look.

Everything went blank instantly. As the boys were looking down on the river, suddenly the forest was filled with howls of wolves. Hearing the howl, one swallowed hard and said in a panicked voice, “Please, don’t tell me that it's full moon night and we are in Green Dark Woods.” “Sorry to say but look at the sky it is full moon night and we are standing in the middle of Green Dark woods,” one replied instantly. Another added with him, “and have you heard the myth about this forest? My Grandma told me once that Werewolves come for hunting during full moon nights in this woods and she also said that….”

The tall trees that barely sway in the spring wind, the quiet chirps and whistles of birds and squirads, the sweet, fresh smell of nature. Cyran and I used to come here when we were little. Just the edge of the woods, though. The older kids poisoned our minds with tales of spindars and giant lizards, the mad croc-genns and shadow walkers. Granted, they were not wrong. But those creatures live on the other side of Quindar, in the forsaken Leftydes. I just wish I had known that years earlier, before the times Cyran and I would bolt from the place at the slightest uncanny sound.

Or if the weather was on the colder side, we’d sit deep within the woods hurtled around a warm campfire, marshmallows burning and scary stories flowing allowed tears to well in my eyes. Back then some story of a monster hiding in a cabin ready to eat people was the most frightening thing I had heard, but I was unaware of the real nightmare I would be faced with, I didn’t have a monster in a cabin hunting me, but a real life monster who was sat around that once happy campfire.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions: