Short Story Scary Novels & Stories

Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me

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.

The creeping sense of being watched settled over me once more, making my skin crawl. My heart skipped a beat and I slowly turned to face the source. Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized, and I let out a blood-curdling scream, leaping off my bed in terror. But in the blink of an eye, the shadow vanished, leaving me breathless and bewildered.

One of the scariest of them all. I didn't know how it happened but every time a scare scene popped up I would burry my face in someone's chest hugging that person tightly like my life depended on it. ""' it was a daark scaaary night!! all the lights had blown up in the mansion as the girl under the bed shivered in fear. Thud. Thud. Thud. footsteps of the unknown echoed through the empty house!! The girl hugged her knees tightly fearing for her life. Her heart was beating loudly like it would jump out of her..

Ryan Dixon helped him get warm by putting his blanket up to his shoulders and patting it down as if he was afraid he might kick it off. Heart of Jeff Grey: ".......???? ” This person should be cursed! The author wants to say one thing: Jeff Grey is scared. He thinks, "This guy wants to kill me!" Ryan Dixon: ……. Jeff Gray is very scared. Since the main character has died, the story is over. Buddy was afraid that his roommates would find out that he is afraid of ghosts, but he didn't realize that the other three are also scared of ghosts and are just good at acting.

I smile hoping if I repeat that Asher and all of those men that were fighting to keep us safe would deal with those people, none of us would need to worry. “But how do we not worry?” Another asks me standing up and walking into the middle of the room, all of them still in their pyjamas, this telling me they all must have been tucked up in bed when all of this started. “There are many things we can do to stop the scared feelings, I know a story that my mummy told me when I was younger to stop me worrying about monsters, would you like me to tell you it too?” I ask looking at all of them which did peak their interests, a few begin to walk over and sit in front of me to listen, after a little w

A blasting thunder brought Akshara from the dream world to the real world. When she opened her eyes, the bird looks like a scary parrot with large wings which was always with her Mrs Blackfire, flapped its wings before her and watching her closely with its evil eyes. She scared a little and said, “Go away, Eggy. You almost scared me?” The bird did not obey her rather stay and still watching her silently. She got up from her bed, turned on the lights, and looked for her scratch note to sketch her nightmares. A usual Habit. "I must not read scary fiction at night. I even get my dreams of scary things” said to her and asked Eggy, “Why do watch over me?”

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

she said. Mommy read me my favorite story, “The Cinderella Luna,” and she kissed me goodnight. I felt so lucky to have her as my mommy! I couldn’t stop thinking about the scary man, I needed to know why he watched me all the time. Did he want to drink my blood? Did he want to make me like him? No! No, my parents would never let that happen. He was often in the big office across the hall, but my parents would keep the doors closed so I wouldn’t have to see him. For some reason I felt like I needed to talk to him, I needed to see if he was really as scary as my mind was telling me.

all of us went quiet and I am imagining a crow leaving a white dot poop between us. It's awkward. I fake a groan and act like I was really scared, rubbing my shoulders in so-called fear, " Yeah, it's scary, I can feel my goosebumps now." " Yeah, me too, it makes me hungry." I eyed Patty who talks about hunger in times like this. Krisha agreed with us and just nodded like she was ng that we are. Patty's next and her horror story was so scary, that I almost fart on my seat. Her horror story was when she woke up in their house, no food are left on the fridge and she wasn't eating for the whole day until her parents arrived home scary right? I wish Sheena is here, she makes sense of horror stori