Novel & Cerita Weirdcore Scary

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.

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

My mind had already gone blank by then. By the time we were done with the meal, the atmosphere in the room had already become suggestive. But things took a sharp turn once we reached the cinema. Who would've thought that the six-foot-two-inch tall CEO would be scared of ghosts? Not me, that was for sure. I had never expected to dive into the arms of my new girlfriend out of fear of a ghost's face, which had suddenly appeared in the middle of the silver screen. She comforted me by covering my eyes and patting me on the back soothingly. Then, she told me that everything was fake because it was just a movie.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

The boom of anger in his voice was almost terrifying. “Does the illness get into your head? Because you're really acting like a weirdo.” “How dare he erase your—” Corey paused. He chuckled hysterically. “I’m sorry, I was joking. You know, it's been long since we played pranks on each other.” Kayla, who tensed up, went limp and sighed. “Never do that again. You almost gave me a heart attack.” Kayla's face contorted in discomfort. She closed her eyes and placed a hand on her forehead. Ringing filled her ears, and dizziness accompanied by a strong headache lanced into her, and then she was hyperventilating, shivering.

I mean, I don't believe in the paranormal which is why I hate watching any movie that has to do with Werewolfs or vampires. My younger brother was a fan of them and would refuse to watch any other thing but the sickly things. My name is Kimberly Johnson and I am officially turning 20 by this weekend. My best friend Cassandra threatened she was going to do something nasty on that day to commemorate it which had me scared since she said it, knowing the kind of person she is__very wild and untamed

"You're ridiculous." "And you love me for it," I did. And I missed her so much. Silence settled between us for a brief moment before she spoke again, softer this time. "Are you scared?" "Yeah," I admitted quietly. "I am." She didn't interrupt. "I don't know what he is, Corey," I continued. "Or what I just walked into." There was a pause. Then Corey sighed. "Okay. First of all, don't panic. Second—observe. Don't trust easily. And third..."

Six teenagers stopped their car in front of an abandoned house in Minnesota. They are a group of TikTokers who often create horror-themed live streaming content. According to rumors, everyone who occupies this house will end up dying tragically. Whether it's real or just a rumor, the fact is that everyone who lives in this house always dies in a tragic way. "Here we go!" Max said excitedly. "Eiden, are you sure we're going to live here?" asked Elly who was sitting at the back with doubt.

“I hope you’re right.” ** Leo “Weirdest fucking strategy meeting I’ve ever attended. Tarot cards. Throwing bones. Fuck me,” I grumble to myself, wandering a darkened alleyway on the edges of the plaza and sipping my faelily smoothie. Then again, they’re weres—they’re weird anyway. Especially the Creole pair from Gulf Coast pack.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”