Scarystories Stories

While being chased by her abusive boyfriend, Lyla turns the tables, shoving him into the path of an oncoming car. But rather than calling the police, she and her friend, Jack bury the body deep in the woods. Instead of finishing her senior year in peace, Lyla is horrified to discover that her dead ex has returned for revenge. This genre-bending supernatural thriller weaves elements of murder mystery, romance, high school drama, humor, and, of course, a terrifying ghost story. (Excerpt from "Her Terrifying Love") Jack's chest heaved. "You said he was dead." Lyla inched closer and whispered, "He had no pulse!" "Maybe he was just stunned." "We carried him all that way," she said. "He wasn't breathing." "But maybe he woke up after we left him down there." "Woke up?! His neck was broken." Jack hung his head. He couldn't make sense of this. "I know how this is gonna sound, but..." He choked on his words. "When I went to pick up my car from the body shop yesterday, he was standing across the street. Watching me." "Who was?!" "Keenan. I swear to God." "No way," she asserted. "That's crazy talk. He's dead." "It was him." Jack nodded. "He had a frickin' giant tattoo on his neck." A shiver flashed down Lyla's spine. Jack confirmed what she'd been dreading. He'd been seeing the ghost, too. If you enjoyed "Her Terrifying Love," check out the sequel, "Dirty Secrets." https://www.wattpad.com/822348938-dirty-secrets-prologue

Dark tales told in only two sentences. It's like a mixed bag of poisoned candy.

Follow the chilling tale of a group of vigilante Hunters on a desperate search for missing children in the shadowy depths of Southern California. What begins as a routine case quickly spirals into a nightmare of cults, cryptids, and a twisted serial killer. As old traumas resurface, each member of the team must confront the darkness within. With every clue, the line between hunter and hunted begins to blur, and no one will escape unchanged. Listen to the linked Audio book with an original soundtrack and immersive sound effects. Updated every Saturday and Tuesday.

WARNING: Even though this is Dandy's World fanfic, the stories in here contain scary/gross scenes (obviously). Reader discretion is advised! Eight creepy and crazy stories for lovers of spooks and scares, all told by the GardenView crew. This time.. I'm actually not sure what happened here. This.. odd Toon gave me a note asking to narrate, claiming to be Tisha. I'm actually too scared to say no, so.. yeah. She's narrating. Credits to coffi-stargaze on Tumblr for the artwork.

This work is just personal ofc, I will be investigating on creepypasta, I do believe some of them are real because it's not the first time I'm investigating them, I'm kind of returning to it? Idk, I hope you like it and I'll upload every day I guess,,, Anyways enjoyyy

Verity Hale, fourteen, has always felt a quiet emptiness she can't explain - a hollow space she's learned to hide. Her best friend, fifteen‑year‑old Ada Efferson, carries the same ache, a sense that something in their lives is unfinished, waiting. When the Iron Wolves begin appearing in the shadows of their town, the girls feel an unsettling pull toward them - not fear, but recognition. The Wolves don't take them by force. They offer belonging, purpose, and answers to the void the girls have carried for years. As the girls drift deeper into the Wolves' world, their families insist they've been taken. But Rowan, Verity's older sibling, sees the truth: the girls chose to go - without understanding what they were choosing. Now, while Rowan tries to piece together what's happening from the edges, it's Verity and Ada who stand at the heart of the Wolves' attention - their names spoken like inheritance, their presence filling a void the Wolves have been waiting years to complete. THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE BOOK 'WATCHER'. PLEASE READ THAT BOOK BEFORE THIS BOOK SO THAT EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE.

I am Gina Travis, and this is my confession told through a series of letters dated in January 2020. I warn you that my story is brutal and will haunt you long after you finish, yet I feel compelled to tell it so no one else will repeat my mistakes. Five years ago, I found myself locked away-first in prison, then in a mental asylum-unable to convince anyone that what I witnessed and endured really happened. I'm certain memories of those events are clearer and more terrifying now than they were at the time, and I'm aware how easily a vivid imagination can distort reality. I insist I am sane, innocent, and not a killer, though I know some will doubt me. I want you to hear me out fully, without judgment, so you can understand what I endured and prevent it from harming someone else. My tale begins with a life of extreme privilege in New York City. I grew up around wealth, studied criminal justice at John Jay College, and became close with Cody Farrell. Together we chose a real, less-known unsolved case to study for a college assignment: the Stellar Heights Camp killings of 1980, near New York City. We aimed to delve into the crime up close, even planning to gather our own photographs from the site, in hopes that our work would attract attention from the FBI. This is my attempt to lay bare the nightmare I lived and the investigation I undertook with Cody, hoping that by telling the truth as I remember it, I can prevent it from ensnaring anyone else. If you read all my letters, perhaps you'll see the pattern of fear, survival, and culpability that led to my current confinement and the fragile line between truth and terror.

Hawkins High School has seen strange things before - but nothing like this. When a new teacher arrives with eyes that never blink and a smile that feels rehearsed, Yash is the first to sense something is wrong. Confident, sharp, and effortlessly cool, he's not the type to get scared easily. But this time, the danger isn't something he can punch, outrun, or joke his way through. Students begin forgetting memories. Then they begin forgetting people. And somehow, Yash is the only one who remembers what's missing. As shadows twist through the hallways and reality starts to glitch around him, Yash becomes the one person standing between Hawkins High and something far darker than anyone has ever faced. Because whatever Mr. Kael is... he's not human. And he's watching Yash more closely than anyone else.

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Halloween had always held a special place in the hearts of the Three Musketeers. The group consisting of 18-year-old Travis Barkley, along with his best friends Sandra Jenkins and Kenny Tucker. From the moment they met till a decade had passed, they had always partaken in their traditional trick-or-treating across the town of Shallowcreek. They scour the whole town, going to every house, except for one: the infamous Evernight manor. Rumor has it that Sir Isaac Evernight who had the manor made decades before died there and there had been sightings of an older gentleman on the broken windows of the now abandoned house. Of course, that's just a rumor, but the Musketeers are prepared to face that town legend for their 10th anniversary of friendship. Will they be able to face it head-on?

⭒𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮⭒™ 2(the portal) Will be out once i finish this story (I apologize for my slow publishing but I have severe writer's block)

Bedtime stories were never meant to be comforting. Ashes, Bones, and Bedtime Stories is a chilling collection of dark tales filled with whispers, hauntings, and things that wait in the quiet. Read them slowly. Read them alone. Just don't expect to sleep afterward.

Rayann and Olivia are best friends. One day, they decide to cut school to explore an old abandoned house in the woods rumored to be haunted by a witch. But when they return home, they start acting strangely. After a series of bizarre and terrifying events, people end up dead. Rayann's dad Joshua, and Olivia's mom Rachel, suspect their daughters are possessed by an evil entity. Can they save their daughters before it's too late?

While looking for new spooky content to make, youtuber Jason Page stumble upon something much bigger than he could possibly imagine...

What would you do if a film started changing every time you watched it? If the hallway on screen grew longer... If the door at the end opened wider... If the figure inside moved closer - not in the footage, but in your world? When a mysterious reel appears at a rundown London cinema, Rowan thinks it's just forgotten junk. But the moment he threads it through the projector, the air shifts. The shadows deepen. And the film begins to show things no one filmed - places that shouldn't exist, names that weren't written, and a silhouette that watches back. Now the reel is changing. Now it knows who's watching. And once the door opens... what comes through may never leave. Would you dare to watch it? HIGHEST RANKINGS ACHIEVED (MAY NOT BE UP TO DATE): #5 in scarystories #1 in movietheatre #7 in cinema #1 in thewatcher #1 in watchful #48 in scary #10 in film #12 in haunting #19 in physchological

I gathered the best ones i could find on the internet.Feel free to comment on your opinions!Dont read this after dark xD you might have nightmares.Have fun! Btw these are real stories not fake.oh my gosh i finished this whole book and cant write anymore get ready for book two which ill make later on same title and this contains 200 pages!

I wanted to write a little story based on my imagination.

WHEN YOU READ THIS SHORT STORY PLEASE DONT MAKE NOISE DONT MOVE AND BE SILENT READER.... (AN:FIRST TIME KO PA LANG GUMAWA NG STORY KAYA SORRY SA MGA ERROR BAWAL BASH WHEN YOU READ THIS THERE'S NO TURNING BACK)

Don't mind me, I'm just writing oneshots based on Halloween prompts. It's a writing exercise, to practice my storytelling. Inspired by a Wattpad book by JacarandaAxolotl477 titled Monster Month: Halloween MCYT

It was a day like others, arguing over my sister's phone adiction and non-sociability. It all started with that reckless site, whoever deranged was behind it has some serious problems. I just hope one day i wake up in my bed, soaked with my sweat. Just to realise all these writings are just a sick creation of my over-focusing mind...