Spooky Chat Stories Novels & Stories

The plot continued with the appearance of werewolves, as well as the divine intervention of Martian aliens. Frank and Melanie were much immersed in the plot, but on the other hand, I could see Marcy staring at me at the same time she was smiling. I was beginning to feel nervous as well as uncomfortable. I still did not stop thinking about what had happened a little while ago. I looked at the clock, it was 9:20 pm, and I decided to send a message to my aunt. “I’m going back, auntie. Sorry for being late.” She just replied with a smiling face saying I should be careful on my way back.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

Red snuggled closer to Reed, breathing in his intoxicating cologne while his fingers traced electrifying circles on her hip. She couldn't help but feel extremely horny to be sharing such a kinky experience like this with him. “Today is October 20th, 2020. Our fucking 20th birthday. We are the freaking spooky kids. Why the fuck should we be intimidated by anything?” Light’s deep voice pierced the eerie silence. His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats.

Then the chief started to make clear to them, “Huh… I think you can’t understand the question thoroughly so let me rephrase it. Did you guys see some weird things like people disappearing from the place suddenly or talking about ghosts or blah blah blah…” After he said it, they were thinking for some minutes and one of the boys said that his mother was talking about an old greenhouse which had been destroyed by some accident and was being possessed by ghosts and that’s why we all are planning to go there…” As soon as he started to talk about their plan, one of his friends beat his hand and the boy stopped talking about it and finished the sentence by telling. “I think that’s what my mother t

A laugh threatened, fonder this time. "Yes," she insisted. "Not the 'you're about to have a panic attack so I'm going to shove you in a study' tour. A real one. I want to know where I am. Where I can do. Where I shouldn't. What doors lead to creepy places... with creepy things." "Creepy things?" I arched a brow. Savannah pointed at the ceiling as if the house walls could listen. "This place is full of wolves and magic and... and... telepathic group chats! I'm allowed to assume there are creepy things."

"There's a reason why it's called fiction." Felicity had been snooping around Willow's plate of food. "Do you want to try it?" she asked. "You don't mind?" "No, eat some," she said, pushing her plate forward. "You can have half of my burger. Kairav told me you were reading about myths and folklore in the library. Do you have any spooky stories to tell?"