Weirdcore Scary Novels & Stories

I don't know what I've got myself into but I'm only scared of one thing right now. I'm scared of how this will end. __________ SFTC: I Wanna Be With You - Mandy Moore

“Listen to me. You keep assuming the worst, but what if someone else was behind this?” I frowned. “Like who?” Corey hesitated, then glanced toward Aieran, who was rubbing his temples like he had a pounding headache. Aieran suddenly let out a shaky breath. “I— I feel like something was… in my head,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “Like I was being puppeted.” His words sent another shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms. “So maybe the same witch who turned into Malia did this.” The moment I said it, I could tell that Corey's blood went cold.

When the music grew eerie, setting the scene for a jump scare, Alice buried her face in Adam’s chest. “This dude ain’t even scary,” Adam laughed at her. Alice, trusting him, took a brave look at the screen. “Agh,” she let out a screech of horror at the giant, pasty-faced monster. Burying her face back into Adam’s chest she cried, “He’s scary. He’s really scary.” “I could take him,” Adam scoffed. “He’s noncorporeal,” Alice pointed out. “So punching his face in might not be the best plan.”

I have my own standards," I answered again, winking at him before turning to look at Maddy. He raised his eyebrows at me. I get bored of things quickly. Yes, I get bored quickly, but when it comes to my future Maddy, I'm sure that my boredom will disappear. After we ate, we went back to the living room to watch N*****x. We just chose the horror genre because I like that better. Mabel is quite annoying, but that's okay. We were watching a chainsaw massacre, and we were surprised when two girls screamed. "Hey! Kaelyn and Aster, stop screaming! "Did you understand?" Kenzie shouted. "You're too stupid! Don't scream either!" Their actions dazzled me, but I admire them because they're so bizarre.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

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Nikki screamed in pain. Coreen's eyes widened in horror. "What the hell?!" she yelled, backing away in terror as she watched her friend in her pain. "Someone stop her!" Two of Coreen's other friends, seeing the state Nikki was in, hesitated but then tried to intervene. However, Maxine was too consumed by rage. She easily sent them aside, making them crash into lockers. They scrambled up but were too afraid to try again.

Pain sliced through my jeans, sharp and immediate. I barely felt it. Corey blinked up at me, pale beneath the flush of panic. Rainwater dripped from his hair onto his forehead. His mouth tried to curve. “Bad idea,” he rasped. I pressed both hands over his. “You think?” His laugh turned into a wince. “Thought it might work.” “You stood in front of a monster.” “Yeah.” His breath hitched. “Not my best work.” Blood warmed my palms. Too much blood.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”