Scary Yarn Stories の小説・ストーリー

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

The little girl watched as Dask'iya burned quickly because there was nothing but gum in the fire, and listened to the agonizing screams of the woman After Dask'iya burned completely, the girl warmed her shaking hands once more and melted the gum off of all of the other children's eyes. All of the boys and girls opened their eyes again and ran back home to tell the story of the little girl's triumph in killing the Child Eater. " What are these strange stories, No wonder people Don't touch these books "

She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him again. When I returned home, I looked for Zac all over the house but couldn't find him. “Have you seen Zac?” I asked Caroline “No.” She answered and continued using her phone. I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and heard something strange. Someone was weeping. I looked under my bed and I saw Zac hiding and weeping under my bed. “What happened Zac?” I hugged him after he came out. “She...She--” He couldn’t speak out of fear. I consoled him and gave him some water.

"That painting—I do know the story, the Boneman witches. The strongest witches that have ever lived, their blood could make one immortal and also kill an immortal when mixed with a powerful ingredient. Sadly, they ended their lives when they were being hunted rather than being used as weapons. I feel so sorry for them. Imagine ending your own life when you weren't ready because of someone. I heard they stopped giving birth, and even the children died with them too." I felt a tear slide down my cheeks when she talked about them; it felt like my heart was breaking. The same feeling I had the morning after Reagan called me ill-mannered I could not look away from the painting, and when I concent

"Hey, folks! Great, we made it all the way from the other side of town! Just wanted to give you all a heads up!” The cafe fell silent as all eyes turned to the newcomers. "What's going on?" someone asked. "It’s bad news," the other man replied grimly. "There were reports of lycans roaming through the city. It's not safe to be out alone after dark." Scarlett's heart sank at the man's words. It seemed like there was no escape from the danger that followed her everywhere. She gripped her hood tighter, hoping that the men wouldn't notice her distress.

Scarlett cried, before sniffing her nose. "How scary is it?". Amelia asked because she was tired of playing games with Scarlett. "It's very scary Mama!". Scarlett said in between tears. Amelia nods her head so that Scarlett can continue her statement. "Inside the school premises….. I do see monsters walking with their head on the floor, while their leg is in the air……. I do see some monsters changing into beasts, and they always come after me, while using a knife". The young Scarlett declared.

The fog faded and I saw so many pairs of yellow eyes glowing like a firefly. Those yellow scary eyes scared the shit out of me and the bodies of wolves slowly started to appear making me drag my body backwards in order to save myself and I could see death approaching me.

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

Scarlett couldn't sleep. All through the night, she tossed and turned restlessly, plagued with images of Tabitha's dead body. One time when she managed to doze off, a bad dream terrified her. She saw herself standing before Mirah's dangling body, while Tabitha and Gretchen lay underneath her, their bodies slowly decaying. Then a mysterious figure appeared out of the darkness and pointed a finger at her, followed by an eerie whisper that said, "You are next..."

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."