Suspenseful Stories Novels & Stories

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. 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! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️ Hello, beautiful readers. This story is going to be full of suspense and mystery. I hope you enjoy my work. I will try to update as often as I can. Don’t miss out.

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.

I dragged my little suitcase up the front steps of Sarah’s house, the wheels thumping against each concrete edge like they were as excited as I was. My whole body felt light, buzzing. I’d been daydreaming about this weekend for days, me and Sarah sprawled on the couch, bowls of junk food everywhere, some cheesy horror flick on the TV, laughing until we couldn’t breathe, then talking until our voices went hoarse. I couldn’t wait. I pressed the doorbell, maybe a little harder than I needed to, and bounced on my toes while I waited. Soft footsteps came closer, and then the door opened, but it wasn’t Sarah.

“I promise I will pay back next week.” The stranger leans forward, his lips almost touching my father's. “Do you think I'm stupid? I should give you time till next week so you can plan your escape?” “I won't run.” My father promises, sweating hard. “I don't trust people that much.” The stranger snorts. “I didn't build my business by trusting people.” All through the conversation, I keep wondering the business that my dad is involved in. As far as I know, he is a bum who enjoys gambling and building castles in the air.

“You look cute when you’re complaining.” She rolled her eyes but stepped closer, pressing her body against his. “Shut up. I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Like… nonstop.” His eyebrows lifted. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Ava’s voice dropped lower. “My sex drive’s been insane lately. I’m horny basically twenty-four seven now. I keep imagining your hands on me. Your mouth. Everything.” Noah’s hands slid to her waist, thumbs brushing under the hem of her cropped hoodie. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been half-hard since we left the library.”

She stood in the shadows of the velvet-draped foyer, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs, her knuckles white as she gripped the strap of her clutch. She was a submissive by nature-someone who found comfort in being told what to do-but she had never seen it practiced like this. In the center of the main floor, a woman was suspended in intricate hemp rope, her body a masterpiece of tension and vulnerability. Around the perimeter, people watched in silence, their gazes heavy and hungry. It was voyeurism in its purest form, a shared appreciation of the breaking point.

Both things were equally disarming. “Where did you learn to watch like that?” she asked. “On trains,” he said. “As a boy I crossed borders and learned that eyes are passports. If you look, people hand you their stories. If you keep looking, they hand you their breath.” She felt the line of the dress against her spine as she straightened. The glass sweated against her palm. Down on the water, the tide changed key. It throbbed deeper. The cliff threw the sound back in a way that made the night feel occupied.

Hellooooo everyone. 💓🔥 what do you love about the story? I'd love to hear! spoiler? THE STORY'S JUST GETTING STARTED!! brace yourself for twists and turns!

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.