Write A Scary Story Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath before I decided to tell her about the scary thing that happened to me. "Due to my desire to return to the real world, there was no doubt that I went with someone I didn't know. I thought he really knew the person who would help me get out of the world of this novel," I began my story. Cindy was quiet while listening to me. "That man took me inside the forest where there stood a small and very beautiful castle. He told me that inside the castle the person I was looking for was waiting for me. So without hesitation, I entered the gate. But when I opened the door, I saw a werewolf woman with a very scary appearance inside and she was eating the liver of the woman she was h

she said. Mommy read me my favorite story, “The Cinderella Luna,” and she kissed me goodnight. I felt so lucky to have her as my mommy! I couldn’t stop thinking about the scary man, I needed to know why he watched me all the time. Did he want to drink my blood? Did he want to make me like him? No! No, my parents would never let that happen. He was often in the big office across the hall, but my parents would keep the doors closed so I wouldn’t have to see him. For some reason I felt like I needed to talk to him, I needed to see if he was really as scary as my mind was telling me.

She turned her head again, scanning the blackness in terror. Blood red eyes burst through the black with a sudden flicker of Elika’s eyes, causing her to scream in shock. She reared back, overrun with terror as a shape began to form in the darkness; the face of death himself staring back at her. The dark menacing figure smiled, producing razor-like fangs. She stumbled as the creature laughed, losing her footing on the padded floor. Elika fell back, landing with a deafening thud on the ground. All sound faded from the room as she stared up at the beast, its true face shielded by the darkness.

The fear squeezed my throat, choking my words. Then, I heard a grotesque and terrifying voice, like a whisper reverberating through the darkness. "Mine..." The word was drawn out and full of possessiveness. The fear gave me a burst of desperate strength, and I ran even faster, trying to get away from that evil presence. But my legs started to give out, and suddenly, I tripped over a rock. My body hit the ground hard, and a sharp pain shot through my leg. The world spun as I turned my back, my chest rising and falling in desperation. That’s when I saw him. The shapeshifter was standing there, watching me with a wicked smile. His eyes were as black as night, and his distorted form seemed to fe

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.

I could feel chills running down my spine as his icy gaze stared at me, and without thinking, I ran out of the room, running deeper into the woods, and after some time, I stopped trying to catch my breath. Had he seen me, but that would be impossible. I still felt chills remembering his fearful gaze. I heard a shrill scream interrupting my thoughts, and I heard more cries. I ran towards the direction and I noticed I was going back to the house where I had met Scarlet in. I stood at a distance and it was a horrible sight to see, blood everywhere, people screaming and crying out. I stared at the scene before me, I noticed strange creatures fighting, and I knew they were the Grydens.

I did not dare to turn around; his massive shadow was stretching across the walls by the faint light of the moon, like a monster preparing to swallow me. ​The beats of my small heart raced with his steps that were drawing closer. Driven by blind fear, I pushed the door of the large bedroom with all the small strength I possessed, entered, and then closed it behind me while trembling. ​I froze in my place, and my eyes widened in a terror that completely paralyzed my limbs. There, in the middle of the room, lay a corpse I did not know, drowning in blood. Death fills the place, and the sharp, metallic smell of blood chokes my breath. I approached with feeble steps, tears burning my cheeks; ther

I whispered, my heart breaking as I sank to the floor to hold him, ignoring the sharp throb between my thighs as I moved. "I saw a scary man," he sobbed, his voice muffled by my clothes. "He came into the room, with no face, Mommy. He was so big and dark, and he was chasing me. I ran, but the hallways kept getting longer. And then... then he caught you." He looked up at me, his eyes wide with a terror that no four-year-old should know. "He locked you in a cage made of shadows and told me I’d never see you again, he said you belonged to him.” A cold chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning washed over me. The cage of shadows? It felt less like a dream and more like a premonition

Then came the sounds. A distant owl hooted, its cry echoing through the darkness, followed by the flapping of wings—bats. Their piercing screeches sent a cold dread through me, making my heart pound faster. Something about this place felt cursed. I forced myself to keep moving, but the deeper I went, the more I felt like I was being watched. Then— I stumbled. My foot caught against a jagged rock, and I lurched forward. My heart leapt into my throat, but I managed to catch myself before I could fall. I exhaled shakily, my pulse racing. That’s when I saw it. A few feet ahead of me, partially hidden between the roots of an enormous, rotting tree, was a staircase leading underground. I froze, my

Please forgive me for listening and not helping. After a few minutes of screams from her and grunts from him, the banging stops, and I hear her feet run from the room. I try to keep my sobs quiet, but I know he can hear me. I can see his shadow at the bottom of the door, and it is terrifying. I feel like I am in some twisted horror movie, and the psycho serial killer is right outside the door, coming to kill me next. "Amber," he says, and I freeze. I curl myself up even tighter, and I hear him sigh.