Walten Files Scary Novels & Stories

The house doesn’t feel like a house after midnight. It becomes a listening animal, every vent a throat, every window an eye, every shadow a place something could hide inside. The air tastes metallic, like fear has a mineral in it, like it leaves residue on your tongue. Kellan’s voice is steady in the hallway, the kind of steady that makes panic feel embarrassed. “Miles, pull the original file if you can. Screenshot isn’t enough if we want metadata. Jace, Rowan, perimeter, but you do not leave the property line. Dawson, stay inside.”

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as if the entire situation amused him. “Well… we all thought you were dead for years,” he said, looking directly at Liana now. “It’s good to see you in the flesh.” I watched his expression carefully. Relief. Yes. But beneath that relief… something darker moved. Calculation. Dr. Wally was not a stupid man. He was already thinking. Already planning. Already wondering whether the ghost standing before him was real… or a trap. I tilted my head slightly and smirked. “Don’t keep your mouth open for too long, Dr. Wally,” I said lightly.

“He borrows from Starkov. He says he didn't, but his girlfriend makes the money appear in the account. Then, someone dies.” Mrs. Walter paused the video. She took a deep breath. Her heart was racing. She took off her scarf because she felt hot and sweaty. She grabbed the tablet again, feeling very worried. Darlene was across the hall. She saw Mrs. Walter was shaking on the couch, she noticed the tablet on her lap. Darlene walked over slowly. Mrs. Walter turned around. She was scared. “Oh dear, you scared me,” she said, holding her chest. She moved her scarf over the tablet, trying to cover it but Darlene drew closer.

I sneaked in. My heart thumps as I look around at the vast pool with no soul in presence. Did he leave already? I was just 5 minutes late. He would have waited, right? It was too congested in the hallways. I had to pass through everyone. Staring at the serene water, I step back from the edge of the pool. It may sound strange, but even though I am a werewolf, I have a strange fear of water. It's like it eats me up, and I am breathless. A feeling of dread settled in my heart whenever I stepped inside a pool.

We piled into the car while Hannah and he had a chat. “That was strange,” I said. “They looked like human bones,” Zach said. There are so many animals in these words, Zach. I don’t think they were human bones. But they were. I think an animal ate a person in there. Okay, Zach. I said, feeling unexplainable chill. I was already scared, and his theories did not seem like they would calm me down. “We shall know more soon enough. Let’ just hope the motel is good.” “Mr. Morgenstern knows something.”

It must be, right? “What’s in these files?” Amy calls out to me from the storage closet in my office. I promised Daya that I would try and find out how Calvin came to purchase this land, and whom he purchased it through. Daya said Amy is a nerd when it comes to werewolf pack history, so she is helping me sift through all the files. She’s definitely not like her sisters. She’s a guy in some ways- outspoken, curses a lot, no filter. She’s tiny too. Daya and her other sisters are around 5’5 to 5’7. Amy is a munchkin. She can’t be more than five feet. She’s similar to Sage, but Sage has more muscle. Amy is fit, but a total klutz. She keeps knocking things over, dropping folders, and stubbing her

“And it will take my mind a few days of hard work inside this VTN ROOM to bring the ghosts back to life.” “The resources are not a problem for my wolf at all,” I tell him, forcing my voice to sound super strong and independent. “Just promise my soul that Grant Walker will never get his hands on these files before I do.” Byte 7 lets out another low chuckle, his sharp eyes flashing in the dim light of the room. “Your alpha male seems like a very dangerous wolf to cross, Mars. If his claws find out my brain is hiding pack truths from his desk, he might just tear my whole den apart.”

[INITIATING: MEMORY LIQUIDATION] [TARGET: PERSONAL ARCHIVE — KAEL BLACKWOOD] [VALUE: ABSOLUTE] I watched the data-streams on the terminal. The file labeled 'The Scent of the Pine' vanished. The sound of our first run in the snow turned to gray ash. The image of the academy library—the place where he first realized he couldn't breathe without me—vaporized into gold dust.

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.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.