Walten Files Scary Novels & Stories

"But beating this sick fuck up is a lot more fun. Besides, the Montgomerys have more than enough money to tide this over as nothing more than a... accident." "The Waltons are still X’el’s business partners," Amelia reminded. "This isn’t―" "We wanted to keep this as a surprise for you, but I suppose it doesn’t hurt to let you know," Aiden replied. "W&W Industries secretly filed for bankruptcy just a few hours ago. The Waltons can’t do anything to us even if their precious heir dies here and his corpse rots beyond recognition." Caleb’s face was so swollen that he could no longer speak, but he was still conscious. Hearing this, his eyes widened — just ever so slightly, considering how the swell

As he spoke, he took the documents, "Mr. Waltson , please do not let your thoughts run wild. I will go right now." Before Butler left, he was still a little worried. He instructed an aunt that he trusted more, to come in and take care of Wills Waltson . Wills Waltson 's condition was already at its limits. For the first time in his life, he felt fear … Yes, fear. To Wills Waltson , the two hours after Butler left felt like years. He was anticipating every single minute. When Butler returned, he told him that this document was fake. He even began to pray for all the gods he didn't know, hoping that they would help him achieve his goals.

I called to Celia, "Let us focus my dear. Lily, guide us." Celia and I worked through her mind with the help of Lily. My beautiful wolf led us. Images and sensations popped into my mind. The cabin. Ropes. The smell of rogues. Fear. Pain. The faces of the rogues. Being struck. Tears. Darkness. Hiding beside a tree. Wandering lost and alone. Feeling thirsty. Vomiting up bile. Falling and crawling. Feeling on the edge of death. Floating. Dreaming of Carson.

"Scared? Why?" "I thought I'd never see you again… that something terrible would happen to you," Vicky sobbed. Frank did a double take, thinking that she was worried he would not come to save her. He was actually surprised that she was worried for him instead. "Everything's fine now. Let's go home." "Yeah…" Vicky nodded, grasping his hand and refusing to let go. - Walter was still pacing around in Turnbull Villa. This was his only way of calming his nerves, since he was worried out of his mind about how things were but was also afraid to call.

“I’ve not seen the evidence they have in person. But I could get access to one of their computers, and I copied some files of photographs. It looks bad. Symbols, disembodied body parts and, of all things, a medical-grade cooler with the Wolversen logo on it. They want me to be a local guide to search the area where they found this evidence. These humans think they are monster hunters. But they are going to be very close to the Wolversen Estate near the caves of sight nine. I don’t know if this is part of the first incident, and it just got missed. Of if it is some additional issue that we will need to deal with.” “Fine, I’m texting you a safe e-mail address that you can send the files to. Do

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

the wolf kept warning. Scott pushed him behind his head, blocking him with a barrier. He was tired of his constant nagging. If Walt had controlled himself years ago, by now, Lydia would have fully accepted him. He stepped into their room, without knocking, since their door was open. Margaret was on a bed, folding herself together. “Are you okay?” he touched her hand but she jumped in fright before looking around her to be sure she was still on Earth. “Scott, something is watching me. Some dark energy is around me. And it’s scary. It’s even leaving marks on me” her eyes were teary.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

By the end of the second, my wrists were dissolving into points of light, drifting upward — through the dungeon roof, through the cracks in the stone, toward the moon. Footsteps overhead, in the birthing chamber — quick, pacing, back and forth. Damien's footsteps. Eight years ago, the first time he led me up the staircase of the Wolf Castle, he'd walked at exactly that rhythm. I had memorized it for the rest of my life. The footsteps stopped. Then a baby crying. Four hundred wolves cheering, the sound bleeding down through the stone, beat after beat — like someone counting me down.

"I can’t sleep, Doc. Every time I drift off, I’m in this office. I’m sitting in that chair you’re in. And the door opens, and it comes in. It’s so swollen, Doc. It looks like it’s been in the river for weeks. It’s just... bloated. And it's chasing me. I wake up right before it grabs me, and I can smell it. Rotten eggs and stagnant canal water." My professional detachment had wavered then, but I held my ground. "Collective anxiety," I had told him, offering a prescription for a mild sedative. I felt like a fraud even as I said it. By the time Elena arrived at 11:00 AM, the air in the office felt heavy, viscous. Elena was crying before she even sat down. She didn't wait for me to prompt her. S