Spooky Writing Novels & Stories

An unimpressive number had racked up in the brief morning hour since she left the parking lot. She tapped her memo app and scrolled through her half-constructed blog post ideas: the tragic devolution of vampires in the horror genre; the best and the worst of the found footage horror explosion; the best indie horror out of this year’s film festival circuit; scream queens to watch, the new horror badasses and final girls. She tapped her nail on the edge of her phone case as she formulated the sentences in her mind. Then the phone vibrated against her palm. Brady: And the likes keep coming!

Ava's breath scampered as she helmed through the ominous landscape. As she walked, the atmosphere grew heavier, and a distant howl echoed, sending chills down her spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows – a silhouette with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam in the dusk. It was a creature, neither fully mortal nor entirely beast, its sight sending waves of fear through Ava's very core.

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

“Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone.” “No,” I whisper. My hands start to sweat. I wipe them on my pants and turn the page too fast, like I can outrun what’s coming. I can’t. “All paranormal beings shall fall not by their hand alone, but by what their existence invites.” The room feels smaller. The walls press in. My heartbeat thunders so loud I’m sure someone can hear it through the stone. “This is wrong,” I say out loud. “This is some dramatic metaphor thing. Like… symbolic. Right?”

Her first novel boomed, even though it had a less enthusiast genre because of the many spooky and gripping scenes such as scenes of sadistic psychopaths who killed their targets, making readers shudder with horrified. Kanya glanced at her best friend. “You don't have to wait for me! And what are you doing at night in my apartment, anyway?” Samuel shook his head and sighed softly. “Okay, I'm leaving now. If you have a nightmare, don't call me in the middle of the night.” Samuel snorted as he cleared his belongings. “You needn't worry. I'm used to that dream. It's late, but you are still in my apartment.” She giggled.

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.

“Spook houses.” A second later, her eyebrows shot up high. “Oh, wow. I just learned the urban dictionary definition for spook house.” “Really?” Izzy crowded right back into Haven’s space, trying to see the screen for herself. “What is it?” “Don’t—” I started, lifting my hand to intercede, but Charlie was already quoting the text. “—The act of kneeling in front of a standing woman and eating pussy while simultaneously rubbing her tits. If done correctly, it makes a ghoulish scene.”

He wrote about them based on the myths that he had heard, read, and gathered while continuing his daily life. "Van, open the door!" He groaned and got up from his seat. "What do you want? I’m writing." Van answered with no soul in his voice. He never let go of his passion for writing. Unfortunately, there was barely anyone wanting to buy any of his recent books. His patrons who used to buy his work say that his recent ones are too scary to be read as a children’s tale and too alarming to be enjoyed by adults. Still, he continued to write about those creatures unknown to men, lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect victim.

Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.