Scream 1 Novels & Stories

Perfect. I creep up next to the SUV and slip my friend down through the open window, right onto her face. The snake slithers away across the sleeping coed, and she barely moves at first. It’s the smell that gets her rather than the actual movements of the snake across her skin. The girl partook a bit too hard of the road trip alcohol it seemed. She swats at her face instinctively, still caught in the fog of sleep and booze before I can see her nostrils working in overdrive. She grimaces before hazel eyes open and out comes a blood curdling scream from her peach-colored lips. I’m already in the tall grass as a chorus of screams joins the first and it’s a sorority girl stampede. An evil smile

To Scream. I dropped down on my knees, taking in a deep breath. Athena was still in front of me, not having the slightest idea of what I was about to do. Thankfully, Fernando was quick to catch on. He pushed her out of the way just in time for me to let out a very powerful scream. A scream that pushed Fernando so many yards away, ripping out his clothes and even a large chunk of his flesh. It was a horrible sight.

She hadn't been able to get any sleep all through the night and she had just gotten off bed about to head into the bathroom when the loud scream echoed around. Vivian turned alert before hurrying out of her room, she met Camilla by the stairs, "What's going on?" Vivian asked. "I have no idea, the scream is coming from outside." They both rushed down the stairs heading outside but immediately Vivian stepped on the porch, she froze with a frightened look in her eyes, she stood stiff unable to move. The scream had come from one of the maids who had gone out early that morning to be met by a shocking sight outside.

Out of curiosity, I opened one eye and right then and there. Jeng! Jeng! Jeng! "Aaarrrhhh!" "Aaaaaa!" Bruuugghhh! The sound of the audience's screams now echoed throughout this room. I screamed as loud as I could when I saw the creepy creature suddenly appear on the screen, its face looking very creepy with lips oozing blood. So shocked, my body immediately fell under the chair. I threw my popcorn somewhere. Cold sweat is now flooding my body. Fuck! Which lunatic made a scary movie like this! By God, if I meet the director, I will strangle him!

I thought I had caught a scent a couple of times, but before I could comprehend what I was smelling, it would fade to nothing. Halfway through the movie, I picked up this intoxicating scent, like almonds and milk, just like earlier, so I excused myself and I went to investigate. Once outside the doors of the theatre, I followed the smell to the women's toilet. I thought it was odd, but I just wanted to see my mate so I opened the door. I heard sobbing and looked around the corner to see a man, lean and sinewy looking, bending over a girl that was curled on the floor with a bruise blossoming on her cheek. I stepped back as he turned and met my eyes. His baby blue eyes pierced me. I couldn't m

She screamed. He went ahead, trying to get rid of the flimsy dress she was wearing. When he didn't succeed, he tried to tear them off. Scarlett was scared to death at this point, she couldn't imagine being raped by a drunk friend. “Stop!! Please. I'm begging you, please stop!!” She cried out and just then, the front door opened and it was Adrian. He heard her cries already and ran across the room, jetting into the kitchen to see what the problem was.

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

Or maybe it was the way the air felt. Like something was waiting. Lena had tried to make me laugh before we parted ways after school, but even she seemed unsettled. Her usual fire had dimmed, her shoulders tense as she muttered, "Something's off." She was right. I just didn't know how right she was-yet. I was just starting to drift off when it happened. The first scream. It cut through the night like a blade, high-pitched and raw. My body went rigid, adrenaline slamming through my veins as I shot upright in bed.

Decades, even. Lucas was at daycare, Colt was out running errands, and the house had fallen into that eerie kind of silence that made her skin prickle. Maybe that’s why she’d come to the door at all. Maybe part of her needed to remember. Or maybe it was because she’d heard something—faint but sharp—last night. Like something shifting beneath the floorboards. She opened the door. The scent hit her first. Damp concrete, rust, and something else… older. Forgotten. She took a slow step down, the wooden stairs groaning under her weight. The single lightbulb at the bottom cast long shadows that danced across the walls.

I pressed the elevator button. And when the doors opened, I hesitated **** ~ Stephano I was dreaming. Something sinful. Her thighs were around my hips, her nails in my back, and her mouth open in a breathy, desperate gasp. Her skin was soft and flushed, her moans sweet enough to ruin a man. I was about to slide in, slow and deep, when… A scream. Not a startled yelp. Not a polite gasp. A full-volume, horror-movie scream that punched through my skull like a bullet.