Tell Me A Scary Story Novelas e Histórias

I didn't even bother waking Mavis and Sophie since they're already fast asleep in the living room with all the other guys. I was about to close my eyes as soon as I lied on the bed but I heard a loud thud coming from near the window which made me stood up immediately. Don't tell me, I feel scared right now? I shouldn't have listened to Taurus's story before since I'm also not fond of scary stories. I can handle scary things but not true scary stories that did happen in real life. I thought maybe I should drink some water before I go to sleep. I wore my indoor slippers and made my way to the door.

The whole sky black making me more scared. I am not type of a person who gets scared easily... "Ahhhh" I screamed as kept my leg on some object. It could be a snake for God's sake. I removed my leg slowly from the object or the snake only to sign in relief. It's just a stick. "Buddy please we should go inside now.. Mom will definitely scold me once she realise I was out of the forest. What if she won't ever realise we are out of forest. She might be searching for us inside the forest only. We should definitely go now. What if we won't ever go back. What if a vampire suck our blood till we become dry or even worse what if a ghost appear and eat us. What if-"

all of us went quiet and I am imagining a crow leaving a white dot poop between us. It's awkward. I fake a groan and act like I was really scared, rubbing my shoulders in so-called fear, " Yeah, it's scary, I can feel my goosebumps now." " Yeah, me too, it makes me hungry." I eyed Patty who talks about hunger in times like this. Krisha agreed with us and just nodded like she was ng that we are. Patty's next and her horror story was so scary, that I almost fart on my seat. Her horror story was when she woke up in their house, no food are left on the fridge and she wasn't eating for the whole day until her parents arrived home scary right? I wish Sheena is here, she makes sense of horror stori

"Don't tell ghost stories in broad daylight!" Zhiluan somersaulted twice on the ground before taking flight again. "I'm not telling you stories! If you look into the mirror and see a long-haired female ghost in red on your back, that means the ghost has caught hold of your life. She's there to make you her scapegoat..." Following Zhiluan's incessant and horrifying storytelling, Qingyu covered her ears. Liu Feiyan stomped her foot and huffed in anger. "Xiao Chen! Aren't you going to control your cat? This place is scary enough without him telling us all these stories!"

"When I was a kid, my friends and I used to dare each other to ring the bell. We all thought it was haunted, but none of us ever got the guts to actually make it to the door." "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "I dunno, weird stuff always seemed to happen around here. I know this will sound stupid, you know, kids and all, but one time my friend Billy actually made it to the door. He was going to hit the bell when we heard this woman scream bloody murder at him, so we bolted. I think it was a rabbit under the porch or something, I hear they can scream like people." "No, it's a ghost. She's a screamer. Does that shit all the time."

It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it. “Alright, alright,” I said, settling down onto the blanket that was spread out where they had been playing. “Gather around. Once upon a time…” Over the following minutes, I told the story of the rogue wolf and the little girl—everything from the little girl getting lost in the woods, the wolf luring her into a trap, and finally trying to eat her.

If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

Aslan, despite his age at the time, was still reeling in young women eager for some kind of “experience.” But she had to admit, the mention of the manananggal earlier had sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of an old story she’d heard as a child. During gatherings and celebrations in the hacienda, the staff would tell tales about a woman who lived near the river, close to the waterfall. Supposedly, her body would split in half, sprouting wings, and she would hunt at night. It’s ridiculous. In her world of science and medicine, stories like that didn’t hold any weight. Still, it didn’t hurt to believe just a little—at least enough to make sure she didn’t end up as prey to some mananan