Short Story Scary Novels & Stories

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

Why are they in this kind of situation? Shin tries to recall the events of the previous night that led to their current situation. Last night there was a blackout until past midnight. Shin did remember Hyang's teary face when she told the story about her brother's death. He also remembered how he hugged the little girl in order to comfort her, but after that, even though she felt all better, he still couldn't leave her alone. She is somehow a scary cat, who fears the dark and ghosts. The bad girl is still a little child who can't handle the darkness by herself. So the man decided to stay in her room just until the blackout ended. But unfortunately, it does not end even after midnight, so the

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

I took a deep breath before I decided to tell her about the scary thing that happened to me. "Due to my desire to return to the real world, there was no doubt that I went with someone I didn't know. I thought he really knew the person who would help me get out of the world of this novel," I began my story. Cindy was quiet while listening to me. "That man took me inside the forest where there stood a small and very beautiful castle. He told me that inside the castle the person I was looking for was waiting for me. So without hesitation, I entered the gate. But when I opened the door, I saw a werewolf woman with a very scary appearance inside and she was eating the liver of the woman she was h

Clara let the old woman hold her hand and she stared straight into her pearlescent eyes. Then the woman’s body started to shake not from cold but from fear—intense horror she had never imagined to feel. That was when Clara discovered a new definition of scary in her vocabulary. Scary was looking in the woman’s eyes and not liking what she would see. Blood. An unknown place bathed in red. Fire. People screamed in agony. Their screams for help were like a tight vice around the heart. Destruction. Nothing else was left. Life slowly left the once lively and flourishing paradise. Death. The end that no one would ever ask for. Clara pulled her hand away when she felt the woman’s tight grip on her.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Liana pov I haven't been able to stop thinking about that vampire that broke into my room. I've been so scared ever since. Every tiny sound made my skin prickle. A floorboard creaking down the hallway, the wind rattling, or even a mouse scurrying behind the stone walls made my entire body lock up in pure terror. I couldn't stop thinking about the icy touch of that monster. The freezing breath against my ear. The way it sniffed my neck like I was a piece of meat before vanishing into a cloud of black smoke.

Their laughter echoing in my ears makes me scared. “Babe. Wake up,” Echo said. Waking me up from the nightmare I had. I looked at him and hugged him. Good thing that it was just a dream when I heard him whistle. Echo never whistle. I look at him, and I get scared again because it is no longer Echo that I am hugging, but the man in my dreams who wants to kill me is now sitting in front of me. He is still holding the vase. I pushed him and ran away from him. I tried to run outside my room, and he followed me, but he was running this time. He is chasing me, and his whistle is getting louder and louder enough to fill the whole house that scares me and makes me deaf. My heart is trembling now whi

The little girl watched as Dask'iya burned quickly because there was nothing but gum in the fire, and listened to the agonizing screams of the woman After Dask'iya burned completely, the girl warmed her shaking hands once more and melted the gum off of all of the other children's eyes. All of the boys and girls opened their eyes again and ran back home to tell the story of the little girl's triumph in killing the Child Eater. " What are these strange stories, No wonder people Don't touch these books " I slam the book shut when I hear footsteps coming closer to me. Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my arm, yanking me upwards. "What do you think you're doing?" I don't recognize his voice as Ces

And I was certain that there would be no escaping what was to follow. “I like that,” he said, his words coming from even closer than before.I gulped and froze in place. Every one of my nerve cells stilled, and my brain dissolved. I couldn’t focus on making a plan for an escape. I couldn't think of anything but fear. A fear that had possessed my whole body.A maniacal laughter echoed in the room. “Not giving me what I want, hmm, doll?" I could practically see his eyebrow popping up in question.What did he look like? Was he skinny or fat, short or tall? Was he blond or with darker features? I guess I would never know what my murderer looked like.