Short Story Scary Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but drool. Furthermore, he was so tall, and had broad shoulders. His stomach was six packed, and hairy as well. But looking at me, I looked like an ant right in front of him. He had no single smile or softness ok his face. Okay! To put words together, he looked scary! He turned the light off again. He walked closer to me, and I stepped backwards slowly in fear. My heart was racing so fast. Oh God!, I just hope I won't give up an f****** ghost tonight. He continued walking closer to me, and I kept stepping backwards.

I had never stayed in the dark alone since then, keeping a small light by the bed to feel safe. But now, in this strange place where I already felt scared, the power failed. I curled up on the bed and hugged my knees. I was shivering so badly that I didn’t even notice the door opening or the figure standing there. Suddenly, something touched my feet and hand. It was cold and itchy. A scream tore from my throat and I scrambled back on the bed until I hit the wall. I felt faint as the dark shapes crept closer, ready to pounce. Don’t come any closer. Don’t! I prayed in my mind.

Rose felt her entire body go stiff and her blood freeze in her veins, her entire face turned white and she had to hold the nearest chair to stop herself from falling as her entire body trembled “What happened?, looks like you’re seeing a ghost!Am I that scary?,” He looked amused “Well, you didn’t seem to think like this that night when you were clamouring and forcing yourself all over me,” The man smiled cunningly as he took slow deliberate steps towards her that looked threatening and scary

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

If you think that the only place that can possibly be haunted are old structures and ancient homes, think again dear reader. And if you believe that these sort of scary stories can happen only after the sun goes down, then you are definitely in for a big surprise. Presenting a terrifying tale about a woman in blank as told by a security guard working the day at a typical shopping mall… And this story happened only in one day, too. Ready? Well, even if you’re not, I hope you enjoy it.

A branch in its endless, gnarled roots. And then, the darkness fractured. Light. It was a flicker, a sudden flash of brightness that felt like fire on his skin. Ben’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped, pulling in air that tasted like ash. His body jerked with the instinct to flee, but there was nowhere to run. He was still on the cold ground, but the forest was no longer just an empty abyss. It was a labyrinth, a twisted landscape of trees with faces carved into their trunks, eyes staring out at him, watching, waiting.

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

Michael said, “Sakura told me we could play hide-and-seek, or we could tell scary stories.” Akira thought about it for a moment and then said, “You know what? How about we freshen up and change into our pajamas and then meet up in my room. Then we can tell each other scary stories. I know a lot of very scary Japanese ones.” Michael looked excited. “Really? Awesome.” Akira turned to Sakura and asked, “How about it?” Sakura nodded. “Sure, that sounds fun.” She turned to ask Mary and Katherine. “How about you two?”

, Clinton chipped in with a crazy chuckle. “Wow! Bring it on, I love scary stories. My favorites movies are horror movies”, Enola said with certain level of boldness. The guys were already challenged because they can’t object at that moment owing to the one fact that a girl was already bold. They wouldn’t want to be the weak ones. “Please don’t make it too scary…. I want to sleep well this night”, Ella warned. With her warning, it was obvious that everyone of them wanted to hear the story, no matter how scary it looked.