Stephen King Scariest Novels & Stories

The deafening silence only intensifies his fear, leaving him with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. Richard took his step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as his feet move, the scene before his eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down his spine. His heart races as he realizes that he is not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels his terror.

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

After all, Yvonne didn't seem like she was even the slightest bit afraid of him. Yvonne smiled and replied, "Is an explanation really necessary after all these years? It seems like you can really hold a grudge, Stephen." Stephen remained silent and continued to stare at her. He didn't even bother to hide the ferocious look in his gaze. The cool evening breeze picked up, and Yvonne could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She felt like she was being watched by a pack of wild wolves hiding in the dark. Stephen was even more terrifying than he used to be.

The thought makes me sad. It saddens me to know that I will never be normal. That things like feeding on peopleand growing wings are now my new norm. But the scariest thing is how Sky is going to take this is he ever finds out. The thought that he might hate me or worse, be scared of me hurts me way more than I thought it would. I can already see it in my mind, me begging him to stay and him running away from the monster that is me. He will be repulsed by my wings and he might even resend the fact that I can read minds, his included.

"Let's not talk about death when I binged watch a ton of scary movies last night. I swear I couldn't wake up to pee last night, there were eyes everywhere," His words made me roll my eyes. Scary movies and Colby weren't a good combination. I was just surprised he hadn't disturbed my sleep by calling and saying Chucky was outside his window this time around. "Did we not talk about this last time Colby? Scary movies aren't your thing. Try some drama series." I sighed. "If I watch drama series I'd basically be manifesting drama into my subconscious mind." He whined. I look at him with a raised brow. "So you want to manifest scary shit instead?"

“I didn’t think it would come to this. If I had known, I would never have allowed the drive around. I would never let you get hurt.” He tilted my chin and kissed me. The kiss was deep and slow, his lips firm against mine. His hands were tight at my waist, anchoring me. I kissed him back, not because I had forgiven him, but because I needed him badly. My hands clung to the edges of his jacket, my fingers digging into the leather as if I could hold myself through the heat coming from him. And what scared me most wasn’t the violence. It wasn’t the dead men on the floor or the gun still warm in my hand. It was the fact that I didn’t feel the revulsion I thought I would. This scene didn’t horrify

His pale gray eyes were locked entirely on my face, staring at me without blinking. The intense, predatory stare sent a violent jolt of terror straight through my chest. I pushed myself backward, scrambling frantically against the pillows. I shrank back against the heavy wooden headboard, pulling the blankets tightly up to my chin. My entire body trembled. I was terrified of him. He was a monster. He was an absolute butcher. Killian saw my sheer horror. He stood up from the chair slowly. I flinched visibly, pressing my spine completely flat against the wood. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself, wanting to disappear directly into the wall.

Jessica’s story Stephanie was always trying to help no matter what. I don’t really know if this friend medium of hers can do something. At least we could try. The next morning we took her car and drove to a small neighborhood with not so friendly faces. I must have been a little scared looking at the surroundings. A cat knocked over a dumpster and a scream left my lips and echoed between the blocks. - Don’t tell me you are not scared of a vampire but you are scared of a little kitten.

I yell at Sally. The copper taste of my blood awakes a desire to stay alive, and the tears rolling down Sally’s face as she tuns away make it worse. Clawing my way through my blood and wine, I do my best to stay. “Gamma Kevin, is that what you should have done...? After all, King Harvey doesn’t allow…” A wolf to the right of him asks quietly. Gritting my teeth, I spit out blood as I manage to stand on unstable legs. Fear flows through all the werewolves’ eyes at mention of King Harvey. By his slight trembling, I can tell the fear that overtakes him over the mention of King Harvey.

She stepped backward; a look of fear stretched across her face. Lucius smirked. The old woman could be assuming that he plans on raping her. Her face says it all. Around them, the rain made pitter-patter sounds as it crashed onto the ground. The old woman whimpered as she took another step backward. In each second that passes by between them, her fear immediately turns to horror little by little. To tease her, see more of her horrified face, he stepped forward with a stern expression.