Tell Me A Scary Story Novels & Stories

She was like a relic stuck in the past and I treasured the short time I had with her. At the time of her only visit, I was a little monster of a kid of five years. To put me in my place or pacify me, she told me stories about scary creatures and beasts that inhabited their village and one such creature was a manananggal. That was the one that stuck with me and the one that I could never forget. She explained to me what it was:

She shook her head in defeat, “He’s been scary ever since that. I left the house when I entered high school actually and go back only to meet Nena.” There was no ounce of bluff in her words. No anxiety of hiding something. Nothing she’d feel embarrassed about if it was exposed. “So he’s never done anything bad to you?” “No,” She shook her head, “I just got scolded once, very badly.” “When?” She laughed awkwardly, “The same time he killed that snake.” She averted her gaze, “I can’t actually remember what happened. I went to the forest behind the house and something happened and I got a really bad scolding from him. I really hated him for that, especially because I can’t even remember why I go

Fairies, werewolves, vampires, and zombies were all mentioned in stories I had heard, but everyone knew they were made up. Everything was untrue. They were all purely made-up tales of fiction. I was abruptly being held by my throat against the wall by Vince, who had a vicious appearance and was bearing teeth at me with wide eyes and a dangerous demeanor before I could absorb or allow the news to settle in further. My hand clawed at his hand while I coughed and heaved desperately for air.

I took a deep breath before I decided to tell her about the scary thing that happened to me. "Due to my desire to return to the real world, there was no doubt that I went with someone I didn't know. I thought he really knew the person who would help me get out of the world of this novel," I began my story. Cindy was quiet while listening to me. "That man took me inside the forest where there stood a small and very beautiful castle. He told me that inside the castle the person I was looking for was waiting for me. So without hesitation, I entered the gate. But when I opened the door, I saw a werewolf woman with a very scary appearance inside and she was eating the liver of the woman she was h

His voice quivered as he described the brutal scene that unfolded before his eyes, the man transforming into a monstrous being, his humanity slipping away as easily as a snake shedding its skin. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of dread settling in my gut. I shared a glance with Aiden, his expression mirroring my own. This was no ordinary murder. This was something far more sinister, a creature of the night leaving a trail of death in its wake. The old man's tale ended with the stranger disappearing into thin air as if he had never existed. A chill ran down my spine at the thought. It was as if we were chasing a ghost, a phantom that could vanish without leaving a trace.

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

She immediately felt a shiver down her spine and urged Sonia to quickly run away, fearing that the ghost in the red dress would appear and chase them. They didn’t stop running until they reached an area where a servant was standing, watering the plants. Ivy patted her chest and gasped, "Ooh! I‘m so scared! That was too scary!" "Is that story even true? I think stories about ghosts are just made up." Sonia wasn’t really scared. She was the type to purely believe in science, therefore she didn’t believe in the existence of supernatural beings.

"Everyone has a story, Joan. It's part of the tradition.." I looked at Emily. She smiled encouragingly at me. The room fell silent as they waited for me to begin. I took a deep breath, searching my mind for a story. I remembered a story my mom told me when I was younger. “There was once an old mansion far away from a hidden, forgotten town,” I began “It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a young woman. The woman was a bride who had died on her wedding night.” Sarah and Emily gasped.

"I just want us to arrive soon because the residents said that there's a mysterious creature that likes to roam around on full moon nights. And everyone is hiding at home right now. So we should seek shelter immediately." "Don't you scare me, I don't believe in such things. You're also a human being so if the story is true then you will hide earlier instead of going to the bar." "What if I'm not a human? What if I'm the mysterious creature that's being talked about?" "You're just full of crap. I'm a logical person. I only believe in evidence not stories." As if to confirm the truth of Ryker's story, there was a very long wolf howl, overpowering the sound of their bikes.