Scary Stories Quotes

“He knew beyond a doubt, there couldn’t be anything in hell that could approach the horror of his wife's face with the jaw torn away from her head and dangling on a portion of her severed neck. The appalling half-grin of her upper row of teeth without the bottom row took his breath away.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“he mounted the hunter’s wife's head on it and attached it to the wall in the den.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“so he shoved his claw into her mouth, separated her jaw from her face with a mighty pull, and continued pulling it down her neck until the screaming stopped. Her blood sprayed all over the beige table, the countertop, and the floor, as well as Gor’s green scaly body. The woman flailed the air wildly with her arms until she fell into a heap on the tile floor.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Barry shined his flashlight on Marshall’s broken body. Blood had pooled around it, and several severed bones protruded from his shirt and jeans. “Does anyone have a knife?” he asked.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“The fall broke Marshall’s neck instantly. When they dragged him out of the car and turned him over, they found his nerdy, wire rimmed glasses embedded in his face around his flattened, broken nose.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Three miners were trapped in a cave for a month after a landslide. All of them survived except poor Timothy, who was never seen again. They didn't say it in the song, but there was no doubt they ate his ass.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“They all stood with their mouths agape as they assembled in a circle around a stew of bloody body parts and broken bones. A circle of dried blood lay beneath the mostly devoured corpse.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Who would think a son would kill his father, cut off his mother’s head, and then, torture and kill his two brothers. The ransom demand seemed like the most logical explanation.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Your son, Tiny Tim, wanted you to know he thought you loved him more than the measly ransom money. You apparently need another reminder not to play with your sons’ lives so I smashed both his kneecaps before I slit his throat and gouged out his eyes with a screwdriver. Don't fuck up the next time or Michael and Kevin will pay dearly, I promise. As always, The Grim Reaper, A Wild and Really Crazy Guy.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“He did hate her so much that one day while canoeing on a lake, he struck her in the head with a paddle and kept striking her until she stopped struggling and drowned. He fished out and buried her body in a dark cave. So dark, it was unlikely anyone would ever find it.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Cindy had always wondered why this charismatic, male hunk had no friends to invite to their wedding. Now, it made perfect sense; he probably killed them all.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Her body smashed through a blanket of pine boughs until she finally hit a bed of leaves, not with a splat, but a thud. She heard several snaps along the way and felt several excruciating bursts of pain envelop her in a multitude of places. After the fall, she lay there gasping for breath in agony from a plethora of broken bones. Blood welled in her eyes and blinded her. She thought she heard voices faraway. Nothing was like she imagined it would be. The fall hadn't killed her, but it felt like everything was broken. She couldn't feel her right leg and her left arm. She felt her chest with her right hand and found it wet and sticky. She wiped her eyes and saw the gray sky through the web of tree limbs above. Looking down she saw a large bone sticking through her right trouser leg; another protruded from her left wrist. The rest of that arm was a bloody mess. The branches had flayed the skin from her shoulder to her elbow. They had also shredded her tank top, torn away her bra, and left her almost topless, but the blood pooling from a thousand cuts shrouded her nudity.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“his hands on the chain saw and jammed it into his mouth. Before you could say “Shit,” his head split into two pieces and flopped on the floor like the halves of a small watermelon.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“And like something from her worst nightmare, she saw the top of Todd’s head explode in a cloud of blood and gore. Two quick bursts sent her precious Cindy and Aidan to heaven as Atlas moved quickly toward her. This time with no trace of a smile, he lifted his good arm and pointed directly at her nose only ten feet away, the same as he’d done at the zoo and on the bench across the street. But this time, instead of his finger, he was pointing the big black gun with a hole in the barrel the size of Texas. One shot splattered Norma’s head all over the room.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Chester poisoned the Treasure Trove Zoo employees who showed up for work this morning, hacked them up, and fed them to the wolves, the hogs, and the coyotes.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“He watched her slice off one of his fingers and start chewing on it like a chicken wing as the world began to spin.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“The pack of snarling, ravenous wolves gobbled up the thing’s legs, leaving only a head without a jaw and a shredded torso of exposed ribs writhing on the ground. Jerry put his hands over his ears to keep from hearing the relentless chewing and sucking of the rotten flesh, and the noise of the bones breaking, while the undead thing squealed until its vocal chords were torn out.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2

“Suddenly an armless zombie in tattered rags shambled into view and approached their tree. It sniffed the air like a bloodhound, and it wasn’t long before it looked up and saw them peering down at him. A big gob of drool seeped from his black tongue and oozed onto the ground. The abhorrent, decomposing thing’s jaw was broken, and its chin and the lower row of yellow teeth dangled below the upper row of rotten teeth.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2