Yarn Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Instead, I folded my hands in my lap and stared out the window, trying to stay calm even as anxiety twisted in my stomach. An hour later, the familiar road to Blackthorn camping grounds disappeared behind us. Tall, ancient trees closed in — darker, thicker, older than they should be. My heart jolted. “Um… guys? This is Winchester Forest,” I said, voice rising with panic. “We’re not supposed to be here. My mom warned me specifically. People disappear—” Marcus laughed loudly from the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.”

Rachel said. And then Lauren snorted but covered it with a cough. “I don’t care what y’all say some weird shit goes on up there around that mountain.” Girl #3 said. “Oh yeah my grandparents used to tell me these horrifying scary stories about a bunch of people that lived up there. They left for like twenty years and then came back! My grandfather swore to me they were werewolves.” Girl # 2 supplied. Oh shit.

NAYA It has been a while since the incident but it still doesn't seem to be going away. I am still shaken up. I would get flashbacks of the scenario and fear would grip me like I was relieving the whole thing. My nightmares weren't going away, instead, it felt more vivid and scary. Ryan was laughing psychotically in my dreams haunting me, no matter how I ran or how I begged it all ended the same way. It ended with him putting a bullet through my skull. I was scared of stepping outside the house, I have never tried to but the thought of it scared me.

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

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.

Silas said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the weight of thoughtful insight, "we must confront what holds you back. Fears are chains, Kyra, but they can be unlocked. What scares you most?" She looked up at him, her cheeks warming with a gentle flush. Her voice came out soft, with a natural lilt that made her words feel intimate, like sharing a secret. "The dark," she replied, her eyes drifting to her lap as memories stirred. She thought of her father, his drunken rages ending with her shoved into the closet or basement, the door locked, plunging her into suffocating blackness where time stretched endlessly and her cries echoed unheard. "It's just...really scary..”

She was the only one who saw me. She pulled a blade of grass from the ground, twirling it between her fingers for a while without saying anything. "Are you scared?" she asked, gently nudging my shoulder. I pursed my lips and nodded. “That’s understandable,” she whispered. “I’d be terrified too.” She offered a small, sad smile. "My grandmother says most of the stories about the Lycan King are exaggerated. She says powerful men make people nervous, and nervous people turn rumors into legends."

Napalunok siya nang mapunta sa mga labi nito ang mata niya. Ako din pala ang lalabag sa special rule number 2. Unti-unti siyang yumuko at hinalikan ang noo nito. Paano ko ba sasabihin sa’yo ang totoo? I’m scared, Sadako. I’m really scared if you’re going to hate me.

Ryker was left behind with his closed fist. "Are you alright?" Kenzo asked when they entered his car. "Yes, thanks." Yara said. "Are you hungry?" Kenzo asked. "No, let's go home. I want to see Dream and tell about the house." Yara said but she really wants to say that she's scared of Ryker and she wants to leave the place immediately because she can still feel Ryker's piercing gaze. She's used to guys like him and she knew she can deal with Ryker well but there's something about Ryker that made her felt fear. Maybe, it was because of the issue Kenzo told her before.