Writing A Scary Story Novels & Stories

“I heard its nails first. Oh, God . . . we used to have a black lab. Lady. When it’d storm at night, she’d always try to get into bed with us. You’d hear her climb the steps and it was exactly like that. That scratchy sound on the steps. Slow. Timid, I guess. It was like that. Then the steps started to creak loud, like when Ed goes up and down. And I— I got this picture in my head, it was like I could see it. See its shadow on the stairs. It just got bigger and bigger, and I could hear its hair scraping on the walls like a big brush and it just got louder. I was hysterical, I—I haven’t been so scared in my entire life. I forgot all about that man I saw. Forgot about everything. Just all I co

said Sandstorm. I stare at them. They really look frightened. "Cyclone please..." Avalanche begs. I see... I close my eyes because the spirit of writing is in me that I have this spooky aura and creepy look that every person can see wants to pull their own eyes just to not see me. I walked away and went inside the kitchen to drink some glass of water. I really find it strange when they act that way as if I'm going to kill them. Is it that terrifying? I don't really have any idea. I tried to look at the mirror before but it’s just a normal smile I see...

What in the world is going on? My mouth dropped in awe as some writing began to come up on the book, I wanted to take my hands off the book and scream out my lungs in fear but for some reasons I couldn't , I just watched in shock and as soon as it stopped I lifted the book up to my face to see what was written there. You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle,

"Conrad, you're really—" An idiot! I didn't get the chance to say the words before Conrad had his hands tightly around my neck. My breath was slowly drained from my chest. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth. It looked just like the red leaves that had fallen on the ground. "Shirley, are you having another headache?" The cold rain vanished. The hard floor disappeared. The crisp autumn air filled the space, and the room buzzed with guests. It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad.

Her body trembled, her muscles tensed as she strained to listen for any sign of danger. The night seemed to press in on her, the darkness alive with unseen terrors. Shadows danced and twisted, morphing into grotesque shapes that played tricks on her terrified mind. Every rustle of leaves, every hushed whisper of the wind sent shivers down her spine, threatening to unravel her fragile composure.

Her mind reeled as she tried to process the horror that stood before her, her thoughts racing with primal fears and desperate prayers for escape. She had been sleeping soundly, but the sudden noise jolted her awake from a deep slumber, like a crack of thunder, a physical blow, striking her with the force of a thousand fears. She was met with a terrifying sight that made her blood run cold - a huge black werewolf looming over her, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger, like embers in the dark.

Hendrix POV After that weirdo's silly bedtime story about end-of-the-world cults or something, I could tell Anna's resolve was breaking down. Those weird creatures and their horrifying objects were like living nightmares come true. They had twisted bodies and soulless eyes that looked right into your mind with cold malice. Their rude and inappropriate presence made me lose even my normal confidence. But giving in to fear was the first thing that led to loss. And there was no way in hell I was going to be added to Scar's crazy plan to kill people from our family tree.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

My breath came in ragged gasps, my lungs burning from the effort. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and the uncanny feeling of being watched, engulfed me. I hastened my steps through the gloomy road, hoping to get away from whatever was lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, a terrifying roar echoed through the streets, making my skin crawl. I glanced over my shoulder, but saw nothing. Yet, the sensation of being watched grew stronger. I picked up speed, my legs pumping furiously. The creature emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing like embers. I couldn't make out its features, but its presence filled me with dread.

I had never seen that man. The place was dark and shabby. There were two more people. All three of them looked scary. I was struggling a lot to be freed, but the more I struggled, the more I was getting hurt. I tried to make sound but it was just like a murmuring sound. All three of them laughed with their scary laughs. They were enjoying, looking that I was struggling. So, I finally stayed still. Maybe because I had already gone through a lot, I was not crying but deep inside I was filled with terror. I did not know who they were and what they wanted. Seeing that I stayed still, one of them opened the cloth that covered my mouth. As soon as they took out the cloth, I screamed with all my en