Writing A Scary Story Novels & Stories

If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

My Grandpa’s story began like this: “Grandpa! I’m glad you came today. Do you have a story to tell me? Make it a scary one! Oh, I know! How about when you were my age, what did you do for Halloween?” “Well, let’s see... when I was fifteen...” “Grandpa!” “What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!”

Fear consumes me, wrapping its icy fingers around my trembling body. I have no idea how I ended up in this terrifying predicament. One moment, I am in my bed; the next, I find myself dangling above the ground, my life hanging by a thread. Panic surges through me, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. One….two….three…” I try my previous trick of closing my eyes and counting to wake myself up from a scary dream, but I know it won't work, cause I don't think this is just a dream.

he paused, making me lift my gaze to meet his piercing eyes. Just then, he turned to face me, his hands slipping into his pockets as he stared at me from a distance. With each deliberate, thunderous step he took towards me, my heart pounded louder, intensifying the overwhelming fear that engulfed me. The aura of dominance and authority he carried made my skin prickle with fear. The room seemed to shrink as he closed the gap between us, his powerful presence making me feel small and vulnerable. I held my breath, unsure of what to expect from the scary Alpha before me. I knew I had to tread carefully, for any misstep could have grave consequences.

I needed its speed and instincts to get through this, but the connection stayed quiet, leaving me exposed. The sounds behind me got louder, and I looked back. The vampires, ghost-like and relentless, were getting closer. Their eyes glowed with hunger, a strange fire that scared me. I panted as I pushed myself to keep going. The forest became a confusing blur, and the ground felt unsteady. The vampires were catching up, quick and silent, making me shiver. With one last burst of energy, I entered a clearing, hoping for safety. But the rough ground tripped me up, and a cold hand grabbed my shoulder. The grip tightened, and a voice, both scary and tempting, whispered, “You can’t run from us, Kat

A shiver ran down my spine, an inexplicable unease settling within me as I scanned the surroundings. My pace quickened, the desire to reach the safety of my home urging me forward. I could still smell the chloroform filling my nostrils, and the phantom hand wrapping around my neck as it pulled me away from civilization. The sound of my own footsteps echoed louder in the eerie silence, each step resonating with an unsettling rhythm. As I turned the corner, my heart skipped a beat. A figure stood beneath the flickering streetlight, shrouded in darkness, waiting. My breath caught in my throat, and a wave of fear washed over me.

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.

As I drift of to sleep, I can hear the faint voice in my head say goodnight. ----- CRACK. I sit up straight in bed, as the blinding flash of lightning strikes followed by the crack of thunder. A scream escaped my lips before I could shove it back down. The lightning looked really close outside the window, making it even more scary. My door swung open, and Declan bursted inside. His claws and teeth were elongated, and his eyes were fully black looking ready to pounce. He was also very underdressed, and even with the scary sight of his claws and teeth, my eyes couldn't help but travel the length of his body.