Short Stories About Mysteries Novels & Stories

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.

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.

- The redhead watched the Commander from afar, and whispered so that only he would hear his own words. During that day of work the young Petter was literally bogged down in old cases, she tirelessly tried to solve all those dusty files, because it was the least she could do for the victims, justice and bring tranquility to the hearts of relatives. As she charged herself deeply and gathered some information, the phone on her desk rings. Finally, it was the answer she had been waiting for. - Commander Petter, I managed to unravel the mystery of Andy’s murder, but I don’t think what I have to say will please you very much. - Report to the CSU from across the line.

On a moonlit night in the small town of Ravenwood, a peculiar mystery unfolded. Whispers of a ghostly figure haunting the abandoned mansion at the edge of town had piqued the curiosity of the locals. Emma, an adventurous soul with an insatiable appetite for mysteries, decided to unravel the enigma. Armed with a flashlight and a map she obtained from the town's archives, she ventured into the dark corridors of the dilapidated mansion.

“I swear, Dais, I stitched him up myself. I clamped his artery. He should’ve been knocked out cold for at least another six hours. Then poof—he disappears like Batman.” Daisy smirked, stirring her tea. “You sure you didn’t imagine him? Maybe he was a ghost with abs.” Elaina gave her a look. “I’m serious.” “I know.” Daisy leaned in. “And I believe you. I’ve heard stories, El. This city’s full of strange shadows. Mafia types, old bloodlines, weird cult rumors—hell, even my Uber driver said he saw a wolf walking on two legs last week.” Elaina raised an eyebrow.

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.

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?