When You See It Scary Novels & Stories

I can hеаr it іn thе wеіght оf thеіr shoes on thе раvеmеnt. Maybe іt’ѕ the fear. It ѕееmѕ so dаrk I саn’t ѕее mоrе than a fеw fееt ahead, аnd I nеаrlу ѕtumblе. I start tо раnіс. Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream.

I scratched my hair, then picked up my phone to interpret these words. And when I finally found the perfect app to help me translate these words, my eyes widened in shock as I read out the words: “Watch your back because trust me, you can’t handle what’s headed your way.” I was shocked, and fear gripped me as I held the paper, still staring at it like I had been frozen by it. This certainly has to be a prank. Probably someone just wanted to make me have a scary experience in that club as I was a first timer or sort.

I couldn't decide, so I closed my eyes and picked a random movie. 'That's cute,' he smiles. I giggle. Then, the movie starts, turning out to be a scary horror film. I have my face in Ryker's shoulder halfway through it, too frightened to watch the spooky parts anymore. 'You can hold my hand if you're scared,' he says. I laugh. 'You wish!' I laugh. 'I wish,' he says, grinning. I smile back at his confidence and jump in fright when the monster appears on the screen, out of nowhere, capturing and killing the human who tried to get away.

Relief flickered in my chest. “See? Nothing to worry about.” But as quickly as it came. The road became quiet again. Too quiet. The trees on both sides of the road stood tall and still. Their shadows stretched across the ground like something alive. I tightened my grip on the handle. Then I saw something move. In the bushes. It was quick. Too quick. My heart skipped. I turned my head slightly, trying to see clearly. Nothing. “Just your imagination,” I whispered to myself. “Angel, all those scary movies are finally getting to you.” I forced a small laugh. But it didn’t last. Because I saw it again. Movement. This time, closer.

“You know I don’t scare easily.” I looked away. “It’s like… something’s watching. Not someone. Something. Like I’ve got eyes on me, even when I’m alone. Like I’m being... measured.” She blinked, her fingers tightening slightly. “Okay. That’s officially creepy. But I believe you.” “You do?” I asked, surprised. “Of course I do,” she said. “You think I’d let you spiral into a whole existential horror movie monologue and then just not believe you?”

"The way you jump into my arms sometimes says you're more than a little scared." My face burns with embarrassment and I roll my eyes in annoyance. I'm convinced he does this to see my face turn red. I've never been good at movies where people jump out at others, never, not even when I was a kid and I didn't know all the dangers lurking in the dark. "Total girly reaction, what can I say?"

There are so many things scarier than you. You haven’t seen me angry.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

It didn't help that was watching 'it' (one of the most scariest movie in ever) "Fuck. You see the look on your face." Shelley laughs from behind me. "You scared the living daylight out of me you idiot." I yell, chucking a pillow at her, which she easily dodges. "Incoming." Shelley yells, with one swift move she bounce on the sofa then jumps on me. God...fuck...I think I broke a rib....wait I maybe two. "Can you please get off me, can't breath." I wheeze, gasping for breath.

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.