Cheshire Cat Creepy Novels & Stories

what a lame excuse, Emily! His Cheshire cat grin exploded in front of my face, causing my soul to pray to the Buddha for a hole underneath my toes and swallowed me without leaving a mark in this world. "Be stylish." "I am stylish." "You're being delusional." "And so are you, Mister." His eyes squinted, feared ran through my veins, thinking if I just provoked his patience or not. "Are you making a move on me?" Fear drifted away as my eyes widened in disbelief. Is he serious right now? As much as I wanted to flirt with him but... that would not change the fact that he held me captive unwillingly in this nowhere strange place.

Reaper" persona, but I could feel the corners of my mouth betraying me. ​"Don't velvet me in that deep, 'I'm-about-to-murder-a-village' voice!" she snapped. There was a shuffling sound, likely her pacing the room. "And thank you for the Wi-Fi, finally! I've been stuck in the 19th century for six hours. But if you think a few bars of internet make up for the fact that you treated my backside like a drum, you are sorely mistaken. You are a mean, addictive, bossy monster, and I am going to eat all the expensive chocolate in your hidden stash. Yes, I found it! Behind the boring history books! ​One of the board members let out a choked sound, somewhere between a laugh and a death rattle. They wer

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

Its mighty power had no influence on the cat at all. "Meow!" The cat shouted joyfully. It jumped up and waved in the void with its claws, and then one arm of the deep blue flame ghost was instantly cut off as easy as using a sharp knife to cut tofu. The cat caught that arm and swallowed it. After that, it chased the shadow once again. The deep blue shadow's lost arm appeared again, but its whole body was much dimmer. He was absolutely scared of the cute cat, just like a mouse saw a cat. He was so afraid that he did not know how to escape. He just ran around the altar, while screaming, but the cute cat soon caught up with him and tore off his another arm.

"Creep" 'Well. What you are doing is also creepy ,staring people while hiding behind shelves", he replied making her part her lips in disbelief. "That's not creepy ,it called curioustly". "Curioustly kills the cat". "It's all right. Cat has nine lives", I said flipping my hair with a grin but soon that grin faded away when the stool imbalace and i fall back but he catch my wrist on time and pull me causing me to fall over him. My hands landed on his shoulder and our forehead touch , his breathe hitting on my face making me close my eyes in our weird position.

Aunt Bethy had turned away her suitors and was now well into her menopausal years, sitting alone at every function waiting for her ‘prince’ to come and sweep her off her feet. “Our love is forbidden,” Aunt Bethy would always say, and I thought of my favorite couple again, the passion, the- “Alissa,” Shamiesh said. I was transported back to the horror before my eyes. The esteemed guests of the ton were waiting. I needed to say something. I heaved a chesty sigh; I knew this was moving too fast. As I parted my lips once more to say something, the creature that seemed to follow me suddenly revealed itself. I turned away from Shamiesh to see a white cat looking straight at me with piercing eyes.

" he yells I stare at the spooky surroundings. An eerie silence there gave me the perfect time for making my, imagination run wild. Hearing the crunch of leaves my head whipped to the right. My foot tap against the dusty ground. I, crouched below to see what is happening. "Is anyone here?" I murmur "Ahh. "I screamed when a cat suddenly jumped right in front of me and the cat's body shivered violently. Okay I must seem like a monster from her point of view , I entered the Mansion hastily cursing him to hell. Taking a left turn, I opened the huge door to find a whole different atmosphere there.

What terrified the calico cat most was the fox's grin, its tongue lolling out. "Help!!" The calico cat screamed and turned to run. The fox gave chase, its sharp claws scraping against the debris, sounding like the harbinger of doom. The calico cat glanced back to see the fox pursuing her, Sheffield Castle collapsing in the background.

FOOTSTEPS BEGIN PADDING TOWARD us, and I can't help but scrunch up my face in anticipation. I recognize that voice; there's something smug and familiar about it that sends a shiver down my spine. Just as I try to dismiss the thought, the owner of the voice appears in the doorway. Damn it, I curse internally. It's him – that little brat – and as he turns to look my way, his face breaks into a Cheshire cat-like grin that always manages to piss the life out of me.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin