Spooky Stories Book Novels & Stories

Elias pulled his hand away fast, leaving me aching and empty. I yanked my sweater down and pressed my back harder against the shelf, trying to steady my breathing. My heart hammered like it wanted out of my chest. “Stay right there, Lila,” he whispered. His voice was low, tense. I heard him move carefully through the dark, footsteps quiet on the tile. Another crash echoed from somewhere deeper in the stacks. Like something knocking over a small pile of books. I held my breath. Elias stopped moving.

NESSA My hand froze in the air as the spoon in my hand fell to the ground. I gulped nervously as I leaned down to pick it and then acted as if nothing had happened. “I don't understand what you mean.” I whispered, taking my mom's plate to the sink while taking in deep breaths to calm my nerves. “You don't know what I'm talking about?” He questioned and I jolted when I noticed he was already behind me. I was trapped with nowhere to run.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

The lighting was perfect, the glow of candlelight along with the soft lighting of old electric Edison bulbs (which Josephine was pretty sure were banned under EU regulations) projected an eerie atmosphere that conjured up images of bygone times. A time when grave-robbers and anatomists would break into the tombs of the recently executed, to dissect and galvanize the corpse, hoping to further their knowledge of the mortal coil. Halloween in Stockport was the most exciting time of the year for Josephine. When she was a kid, her and her buddies would bristle with anticipation in the days leading up to it, preparing costumes and masks, covering one another in fake blood and other props.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

“Night.” I went upstairs and closed the guest room door quietly. I sat on the bed in the dark, listening to the house. After a while I heard the screen door open and close again as he came inside. His footsteps moved through the kitchen, then up the stairs, past my door, down the hall to the master bedroom. The house settled into silence. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, heart still beating too fast, the image of him on the porch in the dark stuck behind my eyes. I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. And somewhere down the hall, I was pretty sure he wasn’t either.

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

Theo's eyes widened with delight. "It's about fireflies!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "It is," Nanny Mama Hazel confirmed, her voice filled with warmth. "And it's full of stories about fireflies, their habits, their life cycle, and even some myths and legends about them." Theo eagerly took the book from Nanny Mama Hazel, his fingers tracing the outline of the firefly on the cover. He couldn't wait to learn more about these magical creatures. As they settled on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel began to read aloud from the book. The pages were filled with vibrant illustrations of fireflies, their tiny lights illuminating the night. Theo listened with rapt attention, his mi

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

I exclaimed. And he reached into his bag for a big book which he held in his hands. “I’ve been reading, all the spare time I had in the forest, I’ve been reading this book that I found. It’s an ancient book about Hybrids and supernaturals. It has everything you need to know about magic and witches and werewolf and I came across a resurrection spell. It’s literally just going into the other side and bringing back whoever you want to” “No” I blurted out, almost immediately.