A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor’s house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front door first, and it creaked open. Then suddenly, she heard a squeaking noise upstairs. She followed it – climbed up the wooden stairs where half of it was already rotten. She heard the squeaking noise again. It was coming from the library. She opened the door and hid behind a couch. She peered out, and she saw the grandmother.” Dave paused to drain his cup of coffee before continuing. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought that everyone could hear it. “So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her gaze steadily and sharply, and then suddenly, BOO!
Erica Sehyun SongMots clés adventure fantasy fiction horror adventures fictional fiction-writing fictions scary fantasy-fiction fiction-fantasy fiction-novel fantasy-young-adult fantasy-ya horror-fantasy adventure-fiction
I tore open one side and reached in. My hand closed around something cold and metallic. I knew before I even pulled it out what it was. It was a silver stake.
"Oh God," I said.
I rolled the stake around, running my finger over the engraved geometric pattern at its base. There was no question. One-of-a-kind. This was the stake I'd taken from the vault in Galina's house. The one I'd-
"Why would someone send you a stake?"asked Lissa.
I didn't answer and instead pulled out the envelope's next item:a small note card. There, in handwriting I knew all too well, was:
'You forgot another lesson:Never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we'll have to go over the lesson the next time I see you-which will be soon.
Love, D.
Mots clés scary dimitri-belikov strigoi threatening
Of course I'm out of my mind. It's dark and scary in there.
Unknown Author 672Mots clés mind scary out-of-my-mind dar
He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream.
Nenia CampbellMots clés fear nightmares michael scary armed-and-dangerous
In the dark behind the glare of the television, like a mannequin behind it, I could see a silhouette and it wasn’t moving. It was maybe six foot high with its shoulders hunched and I blinked to make sure it was real. The TV fuzzed grey and white and black and I had a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow away. “Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.
Kate ChismanMots clés night horror haunted girl ghosts nightmares stalking terror nightmare ghost scary frightened stalker scream frightening haunted-house
The sleepless hum of the city was abidingly in his ears, and the lamps that dotted the misty pavements stared at him blinkingly all along the route. The tall black buildings rose up grimly into the night; the faces that flitted to and fro along the pavements, kept ever sliding past him, melting into the darkness; and the cabs and 'buses, still astir in the streets, had a ghostly air as they vanished in the gloom.
("An Unexpected Journey")
Mots clés spooky horror scary creepy street-scene
We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.
Nenia CampbellMots clés dark horror scary disturbing
You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.” He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.
Nenia CampbellMots clés dark horror violence threats scary abuse disturbing ownership possessive
You're scaring the help," Rhys said. He watched her now with his dark eyes.
"I scare a lot of people," Nyx said.
Mots clés scary
It was hard to describe what she had sensed, but it had been distinct and clear, like the shape of a leafless tree against the sky, or a crow flying across a ploughed field. She hesitated to close her eyes again, for it had risen up close to her face like something appalling.
Jessica RydillMots clés fantasy demons scary fantasy-fiction
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