Stephen King Scariest Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Life had transformed into an exhilarating, frenetic ride—a roller coaster that twisted and turned with the wild energy of Stephanie's presence. Under normal circumstances, fear and I were strangers. But as I teetered on the brink of a bubbling cauldron, primal terror took hold. Desperation surged within me, a wild, flailing attempt to evade my scalding demise. Beside me, Stephi's frantic struggles mirrored my own—equally futile, equally frantic. My eyes slammed shut, holding my breath, as I plummeted into the abyss, expecting searing agony.

He wore a vague smile on his face as if everything was in the palm of his hands. “I am Stephen Hoffman.” Stephen looked around and said arrogantly, “I request everyone’s generosity to give up on this wild king ginseng. I will be endlessly grateful. “Of course… If any of my fellow friends want to test my financial strength, I’m happy to accompany them.” Stephen’s words were filled with a sense of threat. The crowd below exploded. “Stephen Hoffman. It’s Stephen Hoffman!” “He’s the one who wiped out three wealthy families overnight. He exterminated every member without leaving a single survivor. It’s the Grim Reaper himself, Stephen Hoffman!”

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

he said, then looked at me. I was surprised as it was not part of our schedule. "Ok, I can take the jeepney from here. Just enjoy," I replied. Lance stared at me before saying, "You won't come with us? I was hoping to get your feedback on a book I was hoping to buy." Izzie grinned and pulled me towards Lance's car. "Of course, Nia will come with us. I will be going someplace with Theo but you two enjoy your friendly date." Lance opened the door for us and Izzie quickly sat at the back. I took the passenger side. Soon, we were driving towards the mall. It was a lazy Saturday morning and there were very few shoppers at that time. Lizzie dashed to the mall after saying goodbye to us. Lance and

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” — Stephen King “Poor girl, you don’t know how much I pitied you every time you came here, thinking she was your friend,” he said, still looking at me.

Under the dim moonlight, I held my breath and sat down. That killer person looked around and started searching for me. I clenched myself behind the big tree. And then I felt something crawling against my skin. I was scared of death but more than that I was scared of insects. I turned my head down and found a large scorpion crawling on my feet. "Aahhh.." A scream left my mouth and Killer's attention shifted to me. He immediately approached me. "Now you have no place to go bitch." He smiled and raised the dagger to kill me. I closed my eyes to give myself death but I didn't feel the pain I expected.

Sarah turned to her computer, she felt strange, not only Gloríe had realized that there was something different in her, Sarah was living it in her own flesh. Ever since Sarah was little she had experienced nightmares with paranormal things that caused her fear, but the biggest one was the thought of vampires, she always dreamed that she died in the hands of a vampire that sucked her blood and left her body out in the open, The thought of that gave her chills, and her skin bristled all over, but more disturbing was the fact that her boss was one, but not one that wanted to clamp itself around her neck and suck her blood, but one that caused her the most sinful thoughts.

I nodded, not quite answering and as I made to get out of the car, I found myself glued to the chair, invisible hands holding me as my eyes found Jacob's scary ones. "Am I clear?", He repeated, the calmness of his tone sending goosebumps up my spine as his scent filled the car making my nipples stand up at attention. Which didn't go unnoticed by Jacob, telling by the heightened intensity of his chocolate scent and the dazed look in his eyes, he was also affected. The King of Vampires was affected by me. "Yes", I let out, struggling against holds I couldn't see as I looked into his eyes, "Let me go".

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.