Short Story Scary Novels & Stories

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

" I informed them even though I was extremely scared for my life. I have heard stories of how Vampires brutally kill werewolves on the night of the Red Moon. And being in their territory or hideout was frightening. "Master will see you soon," the tall one muttered in a deep, scary voice. Before they ambled out of the door, Suddenly, the brown wooden door of the dark room opened. And a skinny tall vampire stepped in. The entire room became darker than it previously was. And my whole body became cold, as if the temperature had dropped. The vampire was radiating power and darkness that caused my wolf to whimper and cower away in fear. I previously thought the one who left was scary, but this ma

No matter how much it scared her. He reached the hem of her silky shorts and she remained still as she stared between those dark eyes of his. Uncertainty tugging at her. Nervousness. And even a secret hint of curiosity. He looked so scary with that skeletal mask painted on. Like a ghost that had come to haunt her. A monster from romantic fairytales. But the memory of what he'd done to her in that room, the way that he'd made her feel kept returning to her. Offering her visuals and sensations. Her panties and shorts were still a little damp with her release.

It's a city of contradictions: glittering beauty masking a deep, festering decay. But even after all this time, I loved spending my time on the oceanfront,by myself at night looking up at the colorful skylights and three moons. I laid on a huge rock ,my hands behind my head,a headset on and my big blue eyes closed,enjoying the serenity of the beach . I slowly slipped into a deep sleep.. A dark form hovered over me, my eyes shot open widened with fear but I couldn’t move..I tried severally It was all dark and I shivered from fear, my mind racing but my body unable to react,just then a wet ,slimy and fleshy hand gently touched my face.

Hendrix POV After that weirdo's silly bedtime story about end-of-the-world cults or something, I could tell Anna's resolve was breaking down. Those weird creatures and their horrifying objects were like living nightmares come true. They had twisted bodies and soulless eyes that looked right into your mind with cold malice. Their rude and inappropriate presence made me lose even my normal confidence. But giving in to fear was the first thing that led to loss. And there was no way in hell I was going to be added to Scar's crazy plan to kill people from our family tree.

It was very tall and scary, with eyes that had a spooky red glow in the moonlight. Our eyes connected for just a second, and a strong feeling of fear swept over me.

I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness. “A story, but you are the writer between the two of us,” she says in a reply with a chuckle, she’s right usually I’m the one who makes up the stories, I’m the author, and I’m really proud about it. “I know, but tonight, I need you to do it,” I say in a sad voice, it was more of a whisper, I can’t tell her a story, not with how scared I’m feeling right now, my story would be one about ghosts, fear, demons that lurk outside your home and not the one under the bed ready to

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

Jumping out, you give a start, I feel it pump inside my heart, looks as if I need black art, Yikes!!! Your not afraid? you silly girl, let me give another whirl a bony hand, sweeps & swirls tattered sheets they creep & twirl You do your best to discourage guests I'm prepared for any scary test Yes I'm different from the rest, & by the way, you mustn't know that I am blessed I'm not leaving, you may have guessed Some pumpkins happy some are scary the children here, they shan't be wary I am not, no I am nary

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf