Scary Stories Quotes

“The last thing he saw was the flesh on their faces turning black and their ballooning eyes popping from their sockets like enormous wads of veined bubblegum. In minutes, the sky became as black as the devil’s soul, and the blood-red ball of the blazing sun exploded in a sonic boom, obliterating every trace that anything had ever been there at all.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“The pharaoh had the tongues cut out of all the people who worked on his tomb, and when he died, they were buried with him.” “Somebody had to close up the hole.” Brian countered. “You have a point, but they made a pact to commit suicide as part of guarding the secret.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“In a short while, they heard the pitiful cries of the victims from the minefields begging for mercy. “Christ, Mustafa, the poor bastards are suffering. Can’t we put them out of their misery?” Brian groaned, unnerved by the screams that grated on him like sand on a tin roof. “Don’t worry, without medical attention, they will bleed out in no time. Would you care for another steak?” Brian and Angus shook their heads and placed their plates on the slate table in front of them. The agonized shrieks continued for several more minutes, and just as Mustafa predicted, one by one, they ended, and the night became as silent as a tomb.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Mustafa answered matter of factly, “The first layer of our defense is a barrier of minefields surrounding the perimeter of the camp. Apparently, a number of those lunatics have blundered across the trip wires that are virtually invisible after dark and, unfortunately, have just had their legs blown off.” Brian and Angus looked at Mustafa in disbelief as he dipped another morsel of beef into a brown sauce and devoured it.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“the imprints of the killer’s hands on his neck was like two catcher’s mitts squeezing a softball. He was not only strangled, but his trachea was crushed and his spinal cord severed in two places. Whoever did this, must have looked like “The Rock” or Hulk Hogan. Your hundred and seventy-five pound frame doesn’t fit the profile.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“It’s not fair,” he croaked. “I didn’t know their aunt was a vampire when I dumped her body in the septic field. How was I to know she’d burn to a crisp when the sun came up?”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“The larger monster looked up at Jack and the sheriff, and pausing in the middle of sucking a dangling eyeball from Bubba’s cheek, it said, “Do you know any place around here you can order fries at this time of night?”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Inside a cage filling half of the interior space, they saw an enormous hairy monster sitting on the floor in a pile of hay making a meal of Bubba’s head.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“He wore a gorilla suit and an incredibly realistic Big Foot mask, which had been ruined by a gigantic bullet hole in the middle of the forehead.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Everyone within earshot glared at her as if she had tossed a toddler into the path of a speeding taxi. If looks could kill, Crabtree would have been murdered by all ten of the people seated in the waiting area.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“She felt a warm mist of blood on her face as she peered down at her dear bridge partner and Angelo lying in a heap with a stew of brains and gore decorating the back end of their Camry.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“I just couldn't bear to think my favorite bridge partner was living with a homicidal maniac whose trademark is snipping off his victims fingers and toes and eating them like buffalo wings dipped in A1 sauce.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Two weeks before the party, an old geezer cut her off in his golf car and almost caused a serious accident. The unpleasant encounter infuriated her, and after smiling as if nothing had happened, Hilda followed the reprobate home. The next day, she left a present for him in his mailbox. The snippet about the explosion in the Daily Chronicle the next morning was an unexpected delight. Apparently, the old fart had lost an eye and several fingers from the blast.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Hilda loved surfing the Internet for new ideas to make other people's lives a living hell.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Immediately, the beam of his flashlight illuminated the hideous face of Murray sitting in a large armchair directly in front of the front door. Both wrists were slashed, and two large pools of dried blood had accumulated on the floor. His throat was cut from ear to ear, and a straight razor lay open on his lap. His white shirt was soaked with blood from the neck wound. The worse part was seeing the expression on Murray’s face. He looked like he had seen the devil himself.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Philip Bartholomew, had hacked his wife and children to pieces before he disappeared and was never heard from again. To add to the gruesome legend of the Schram residence, the family before the Bartholomew’s met a grisly death at the hands of a mental patient who had escaped from the Rothschild asylum. The deranged maniac had chained up the husband, wife, and two children, and hacking off one limb at a time, had made a meal of them for three months.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“He didn’t release the first parachute, and the backup is wrapping around it.” They stood there in horror, listening to Frank’s gut wrenching scream as he neared the ground. He landed not far away with a bone-crushing thump in a sickening, heap of blood and guts, topped with a blue helmet. Ben would never forget that scream if he lived a thousand years.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“The beam of light fixed on the bloody head of an old woman suspended from a hairy fist attached to a harrier, giant arm.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Did you try the chicken plant; they always seem to have an opening in the eviscerating room?” “Yeah, I checked with them, and they said there’s no openings right now, but they would put me on the waiting list.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“After five years as director, George ran the Road Kill Department like a tyrant until his fetish for flashing women in the parking lot finally led to his termination. The coup de gras was when the last woman he flashed, instead of running off screaming like the others, snapped a picture of his manhood in all its glory on her phone and reported him.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“His boss had just fired him from his high paying job as Director of Road Kill in Prince William County. After years of shoveling up hundreds of maggot-infested carcasses all over the back roads of Woodbridge and Occoquan, he had been promoted to director when his mentor, Mr. Harris, had passed away. None of his so-called friends had congratulated him on his promotion when the commissioner announced it. They were thoroughly pissed off they didn’t get chosen for the job.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Somehow for the first time in my life, I didn't have my usual craving to butcher the two little trick-or-treaters that came to the gate.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Her father selected a slice of cheek from the bloody stew of body parts in the bag and went inside the house to take a pee and find some salsa for dipping.“ Popping a chocolate eyeball between her black teeth, her mother knew something was very wrong with her daughter. Norma had barely touched the juicy tongue with some of the roots still attached that most witches would crawl into bed with the devil for,”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“Well, don't worry, darling,” the old hag croaked. “We bagged enough of the annoying little creeps on the playground right before school closed for the whole family. We hid them in an abandoned graveyard. They’ll keep nicely until morning, and we can have one for breakfast. You can help us load the rest of their carcasses into the dump truck for cold storage. You’ll feel better after a good nightmare.” “Did you chop off any of their fingers and toes?” Norma asked, licking her slimy lips, “You know I have a sweet tooth.” “Yes, we knew you’d want something to snack on this evening,” her mother said, dragging a black sack from behind her back and putting it down on the front porch.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1

“her mother asked excitedly, "How many trick-or-treaters did you lure into the torture chamber for next year’s meal program?”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 1