Yarn Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Yam closed his notebook. “You’re not losing me,” he said. “I know,” Franc whispered. “Even if you go.” They sat in silence. A breeze passed between them. Then Yam said, “If I leave for three months... can we count it as part of our story?” Franc nodded. “We count everything. Even the pages we write from separate pens.” Yam leaned his head on Franc’s shoulder. “I’m scared,” he said. “Me too,” Franc replied. “But fear doesn’t mean stop. It just means you care.”

yelled Tania. "Come on, Luna. Don't be a loser, hahaha!" taunted Max. "Shut the fuck off, Max!" shouted Luna in annoyance. Max never held his tongue. Luna picked up her scarf and put it on while looking around. The cold air strangely hit the girl's face. Max switched on his phone and started their live TikTok session. Max pointed the camera at his friends one by one. The audience began to enter the live room. Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!"

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.

Scarlett cried, before sniffing her nose. "How scary is it?". Amelia asked because she was tired of playing games with Scarlett. "It's very scary Mama!". Scarlett said in between tears. Amelia nods her head so that Scarlett can continue her statement. "Inside the school premises….. I do see monsters walking with their head on the floor, while their leg is in the air……. I do see some monsters changing into beasts, and they always come after me, while using a knife". The young Scarlett declared.

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

Peering through the tent opening, she saw Jeana standing in front of Tristan, seemingly crying and complaining. Meanwhile, Noah and Zachary were already lying down. When both boys witnessed Xavier dismiss Jeana, their admiration for him increased. "It really is raining. Let's sleep," Yvette urged the others as she lay back down. The two kids were snuggled between her and Xavier. Adamant not to give up, Noah said, "Mom, I want to hear a scary story." The cold wind howled outside, and with no light, Yvette felt like the atmosphere itself was already frightening enough.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

"The emeralds are your eye balls and the diamonds are the surrounding beautiful white in your eyes. The hanging pearl is in the shape of tear drop which I freeze with the pearl. I will never want to see you cry again." "That is when the pregnancy clicks." Kyara controlled her whimper and spoke. Nathan did not speak anything, he wished their union bears a fruit. He wanted to be with Kyara holding her in his arms. Unable to stand at a distance and watching her, he came out of the bushes and Kyara raced away from him in fright. "There is a huge wolf here, it may kill me. Please help." Kyara cried in terror over the phone to Nathan. "Fuck!" There was a low groan from him. He forgot to shift befo