Spooky Novelas e Histórias

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Marlon loudly answered back, “THERE’S NO KID HERE! WE’VE BEEN SEARCHING EVERYWHERE EVEN A FEW METERS AWAY BUT WE CAN’T EVEN FIND ANYTHING, NOT EVEN A DEAD RAT!” Donna and Boyet looked at each other in surprise. The lady driver suddenly stopped crying... “YOU SURE?” screamed Boyet back. “YEAH! WE’RE ALREADY USING OUR PENLIGHTS (it was the in thing back in my day, to bne used to read even in the dark corridors of colleges) AND THERE’S NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HERE” Donna didn’t know if she should laugh or cry so she did both... “YES! My God, I thought I just killed somebody. I even thought it's a child! THANK YOU GOD, THAT IT’S JUST A GHOST HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

One will have to spy on something hidden available in that surrounding, and if the other person get it right at once, he will collect a coin from him. When I got there, they said as follow; I spy on something tall? Umm tree? No? Ah ah dude, where did you see tree here ( ha haa haaa). On the sea. Ok then, if not tree what is it. It's Sorcerer. He replied What!!!? Yes, sorcerer is tall, even tallest here. Alright alright. The the guy that choose tree gave him one coin. They proceeded. It was the other guy's turn. I spy on something small.

“It wasn’t just the spook. Off in the woods where I went for safety there were things. Things old and awakened. Things waiting for the end of the world and becoming impatient. They got senioritis, because it’s soon to happen.” Jon remembered. He remembered the sensations of doom emanating from the cemetery visions. There was no arguing it away. “What kind of things?” he asked. “Things with ragged shapes, like half-torn shadows puffed up with poisonous gas and sickly yellow spots of light puncturing through. That’s all I could see. There was more to them, I could feel it, but my eyes couldn’t take it in.” His head shook compulsively as he spoke. As if he were fighting some primeval instinct t

Before they made their way out, Radyn's senses had just returned to introduce him to the dreadful atmosphere of death and decay. The little Werewolf should've known that Scarlet's vampire roommate was still preparing for class. Although the creepy vibe of Vampires did not disgust him, it continually filled him with dread. It was like they had some eerie black aura surrounding them at all times, providing a natural people repellent. The vampire glanced back at Radyn and met his eyes. "Dog." Radyn chose to return the insult. "Leech." And with that, Radyn and Scarlet left the dorm together.

The further I go, the quieter it gets in here. There is only one old woman. He took some things and put them in the cart. Then just leave. The woman's departure left me in this hallway alone. Being in this hallway with spooky dolls staring at you, it's very scary. It's as if they're spying on you. See everything you do. Terrifying.

It would not do if anyone—let alone a human—noticed that her eyes were peculiar. It would be a miracle if the human was just concerned if Samantha had conjunctivitis. Worse if the superstitious human came after Samantha and claimed her as a witch or a vampire. Suddenly, Samantha stopped in her tracks. She noticed some movements in the dark forest as she turned to look at her right. Her heart beat fast for Samantha didn’t know if it was dangerous or not. However, her gut feeling was telling her that it was not life-threatening. Those movements might have been by the wild foxes that were running from poachers and illegal hunters.