Spooky Novels & Stories

I can't believe this is happening on the start of my mini vacation. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself I grab my phone to call a tow truck and realize it is completely dead. Crap, I forgot to charge it at work today. I get out of the car and walk over to the hood. I see that it is still a little smoky, so I lift the hood with a towel I had in my back seat. I have no idea what I am looking for but maybe seeing a woman on the side of the road with her head in her hood will indicate a man to stop and offer some help. Wait, isn't that how most horror movies start?

Due to the very spine chilling atmosphere enveloping the area, everyone else apart from Misty was hugging each other's arms or themselves. The girl whose hair was in a wavy ponytail shook her head while confidently walking after her two friends Yuki and Anda. "Girls, better not separate. Even though it's not exactly midnight or witching hours, it is still quite scary and spooky. Ghosts might show up out of a sudden to surprise us. Who knows when one of us will just suddenly be possessed!"

I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.”

Her hand swag towards the glass slitting the wine on the stud looking Veronica. Stop! There was a beeping slience followed by a heavy breathing and heart beat sound. The moon flashed red as Lily held her head, screaming. Her vision twisting showing after-mark- shadows . She could her the stop of the royalty music stop, most people were panicking. Her vision capture the sight of two weeping pink haired ladies, her system and.... Veronica?! Not able to pick what's happening, she blank out. . . . "Ghaaaaaah !" She blink her eyes in surprise nearly missing and attack for a human-zombie-like monster.

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

Gabe murmured, unable even to understand what he was saying. With Gabe still staring at her bewildered, Alexa blurted, “It’s the headless horseman.” She sighed at Gabe, who kept staring at her as if she didn’t comprehend a word she said. “You know Death. From the folklore. That’s the dude attacking the pack.” Alexa summarized her knowledge of the supernatural, occult, and folklore as follows: “His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant.