Looking for Super Scary Supernatural Novels

146 你 Do You Believe That There Are Ghosts in This World? Building BMystery896k WordsOngoing 50Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A new type of supernatural adventure horror novel, let's explore the source of all the weirdness together, close the door, cover yourself with the quilt, and set sail! !

150 灵 Supernatural Recovery: Walking Around the World Selling Coffins Stones in Tea829k WordsCompleted 3.7kReads8.6Score243Shelves

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After watching it, I didn't dare to sleep at night.

154 恶 Ghost Catcher Eight Delicacies Crossing the SeaMystery5.4M WordsCompleted 3.6kReads5.8Score408Shelves

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All I can say is that listening to books is perfect.

158 民 Notes of Folk Ghosts Sun MingyuanMystery95k WordsCompleted 501Reads9.3Score—Shelves

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I didn't even dare to go to the toilet! [Petrochemical][Petrochemical][Petrochemical]

176 渡 Soul Crossing Lamp July WifeMystery1.0M WordsCompleted 20.6kReads9.3Score2.1kShelves

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I have quite a lot of this

192 诡 Wei Dormitory, I Am the Administrator Bean Who Likes to SleepMystery311k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Super scary, not recommended to watch at night

193 惊 Horror Underworld Mr. North StreetMystery173k WordsOngoing —Reads6.2Score—Shelves

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New artist, new work, please pay attention

194 子 Midnight Mirror Source of Running WaterMystery557k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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He suddenly came closer, and his cloudy eyes reflected Qiu Wuya's tense face, "If you hear a woman crying in the back mountain, pretend you didn't hear it; if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, don't answer; if you see red clothes floating outside the window..." "How?" The old man took out a dirty cloth bag from his arms and threw it over: "Put the cinnabar here on the lintel." The sound of the banger sounded at midnight, and Qiu Wuya lay undressed on the hard bed. The oil lamp had already been extinguished according to the rules, and the moonlight passed through the window paper, leaving blurry spots on the blue brick floor. He took out Meng Hanjiang's blood letter and read it again, and suddenly found that there was a very faint ink mark on the edge of the note, which could only be seen clearly under the moonlight - it was half a skewed mountain road map, with a coffin-shaped box drawn at the end. "Ugh..." That's when the crying started. At first it was like a wild cat meowing in spring, but gradually it turned into a woman's suppressed sobs, circling the small courtyard at times far and near. Qiu Wuya moved lightly to the window, licked the broken window paper and looked out. Under the moonlight, a woman with disheveled hair in white was kneeling by the well to comb her hair. The comb was made of bones. Every time she combed it, a lot of hair fell off along with her scalp. There was a swaddling baby lying at her feet, oozing black and red blood, soaking the charms around the well platform until the corners were raised. Qiu Wuya touched the cinnabar bag in his arms, but heard a "squeak" - the wooden door of the east wing opened by itself.