That Scared Me Novels & Stories

I am now regretting why do I did that, what is really going inside my head to think that watching a movie, a scary movie to be exact, alone? Why? Did I even think straight? "Aah!" I screamed a bit when my thighs felt something in which is in fact just a pillow. I kicked it off because of annoyance towards myself. I am really dumb. I’m really, really scared. I’m not really of a scaredy cat person and I don't even believe in supernatural things, but that movie, is somehow really scary that I think it will haunt me till the day I die. I'm nearly crying because of frustration and my imaginations that is kept on getting more scarier.

The ground groans beneath us. I scream as a shockwave of energy bursts outward, knocking me back a foot before I can catch myself. Pain lances through my arms, my chest, my head. I taste blood. Fear hits me then. Real fear. Not of Kai. Not of being hunted. Fear of him. Fear of what he is when the chains are gone. “Jackson,” I whisper, my voice shaking despite myself. “You are scaring me.” The words slip out before I can stop them.

Stacy ✓ I slapped myself for have sleeping so long, my head ache so much and I couldn't get to my feet even if I want to. Last night was the scariest night I have ever had since I was born. I can't believe I was even able to sleep with the threat given to me. The words are still echoing in my head right now, and I wish I had disappeared from the state entirely. I'm tired of being scared, I just wanna disappear that's all.

Late one evening, as we sat on his balcony overlooking the city, Aaron turned to me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “You scare me, you know that?” he said softly. I frowned, taken aback. “Me? How?” “Because you make me want things I never thought I could have,” he admitted, his gaze locked on mine. “And that terrifies me.” I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. “You’re not alone in this, Aaron. I’m scared too. But maybe that’s okay.”

I started moving wildly, but it was useless. Tears burned behind my eyes again. I am scared. Truly scared. I do not want to be raped.

The memory was etched into my mind like a scar, a constant reminder of the terror I had faced. As I sat in the dimly lit room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside me. What if he comes for me again? What if he tries to hurt me again? The thought sent a wave of panic crashing over me, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

That expression broke something open in me. I’d been scared since the moment I walked through that door. Scared when Rowan grabbed me. Scared watching Karl slumped and bloodied across the room. Scared in that small, animal way that locks your muscles and steals your breath and makes you feel like the only option is to go still and survive it.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

" She said and I rolled my eyes slightly. “What do you think I am, 5?? I can't get scared from the letters in the pages of a book plus the real world is a lot scarier than any content that can be found in a book." I said and at that moment I thought about what nearly happened to me some days back. Almost getting raped is like a scene straight out from a horror movie, it's by far the most scariest thing I could think of and I am glad I was able to come out of it with only a bitter taste in my mouth and not an actual emotional scar that would last forever...

I was scared. Fear made me invisible. Now I had to think of something. Something that could make me scared but how will I know if it worked when there will be no one there to see me? “Focus,” I steeled myself and closed my eyes, racking my brain for ways that I could get scared. I thought about what it would seem like to fall off a cliff and into the mouth of a shark. I tried hard to think of something but nothing was working. -I think it works all by itself