Short Story Scary Novels & Stories

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.

They would rather be scared together "Sham?" He said after hearing the sound again and that scared him even more.He thought of all the scary animals he had heard of,the witches the ghost.Poor kid even wet himself.He continues navigating his way through the forest until a hand whipped him off the ground and a piece of cloth covered his mouth.Whispers of a number of men were the last thing he heard before the darkness embrassed him ****** Shamma had never been as scared as she was that night.Even she had wandered off and was realising how lost she was

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

I say to her before turning towards the end of the hallway, alerted. The noise seem to have died down, fear begins to run down my spine as I thought of what could have gone wrong. Behold, I encounter the most scariest thing I've ever seen. A familiar girl begin sucked by some horrible looking human, as soon as I points the torch at the cannibal, it truns to me. My heart drops as i recognize the face, Rex.

" She gain said, while I listened to her. "He saw me with this scary little eyes, as he walked towards me with his steps scaring every single nerve in me."She even began to explain me her story when her each word made me think of Noah's action and scaring me breaking my would in several pieces. While she just didn't care and kept on going with all her story. I closing my eyes and tried focusing on not thinking. And ended up going down in the slumber. ~

So he can whisper whenever he likes besides he knew that no one will ever respond to him But because he's making sure that no one will eventually come across the library instead of whispering he rather just think about his thoughts. Besides whispering in the dead of the night that no one will probably answer only just the cool breeze inside the room can be frightening especially about where he's now 'I should probably read this in a brighter place, this place where I'm at was truly dark so I better move especially that I'm not into scary stories. But I've tried reading them years ago and all I can think of is fear and will. Yet what I depict in the story so far as it was based on true charac

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

I stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to look away. The bushes rustled again, and I saw it—a big, shadowy figure, its eyes gleaming in the dark. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, its form vague and indistinct, but its presence unmistakable. I screamed, my voice high and piercing, my body finally responding to the terror that had seized me. I turned and ran, my mind filled with images of the monster, its growl echoing in my ears. Fiona’s house was my only sanctuary, and I sprinted towards it, not daring to look back. I reached the door, fumbling with the keys before bursting inside, my breath ragged and tears streaming down my face.

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

Or if the weather was on the colder side, we’d sit deep within the woods hurtled around a warm campfire, marshmallows burning and scary stories flowing allowed tears to well in my eyes. Back then some story of a monster hiding in a cabin ready to eat people was the most frightening thing I had heard, but I was unaware of the real nightmare I would be faced with, I didn’t have a monster in a cabin hunting me, but a real life monster who was sat around that once happy campfire.