Cheshire Cat Creepy Novels & Stories

A golden energy escaped from the staff and entered the chair. The couch shook violently until a ball of light flew out of it, transforming into a ginger fur cat, with her stomach round, that it nearly seem to overshadow it's entire feature, but the sight was very cute, as it looked innocently at the oppressors, growling softly and attempting to move back, but it was difficult to move. The old man pointed his staff at her, making her moan in defeat and shutting her golden orbs to accept what's coming, but was shocked when her body began to grow in size and within a minute or so, instead of a ginger fur cat, an average looking teenager stood in its place.

Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

"Or is he just joking? But since when can that cheapskate joke?" "Ah! I'm going crazy thinking about this!" Feli resumed her steps. "No, he's not a cannibal. His face, although it often looks unfriendly, is not creepy." Feli continued to babble to herself in between her footsteps towards her own room. ***

Carlie didn't. So, when she screamed, he threw on a burst of speed, retaining his human form for battle. Not so Chaob. Flipping to his feline side, he sped past Acat and dove in to the chamber. Acat entered only steps behind him. Just as disturbing as he recalled, the massive chamber was still a mishmash of webs, old and new, traps for the unwary. A tomb for the unlucky. Acat didn't immediately spot his bride, but he could hear her, bravely facing her fear ? with words ?silly woman.

She didn't know if she had forgotten something or was supposed to be doing something. Scrunching her nose and her brows, Cara pondered what it could be that she might have forgotten. But nothing came to mind. She figured that she would run it past her mother later. As she settled back into the rocking chair movement in the street caught her attention. Turning towards it she saw a pretty little calico cat come trotting up to her house. Effortlessly, the little beast jumped up onto the porch a few feet in front of Cara. The cat looked at Cara with it's one blue eye and one golden eye, blinked, and then meowed. Before it proceeded with grooming itself. Cara chuckled to herself at the cat's pres

It took Laura no less than a second to start dancing and mix up with the crowd Elsie stood on the dance floor like a lost kitten. The feeling of pull a mouse gets when it catches a sniff of cheese, that feeling, precisely was what Elsie felt that moment. Like her soul was pulling her to something. "Perhaps it's the music and atmosphere telling me to loosen up and dance my sorrow away" She finally concluded after she couldn't find a reason as to why she felt that way

His voice dripped with a venomous tone as he whispered, "Somewhere, you'll never be found." My eyes popped out at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. Charles stated, laughing at my reaction, his laughter echoing through the empty hallway. The sound sent chills down my spine, intensifying the feeling of dread that had settled in my gut. "Don't you ask too many questions?" Charles said, pinching my cheek painfully. The taste of blood filled my mouth as I struggled to break free from his grip. "Don't use these mouths of yours unnecessarily, he growled, his eyes narrowing with a sinister glint. "Understand." I nodded my head feebly, fear consuming me. Charles released his grip, a cruel smi

While the lady passed beside her, she heard a faint enchanting whisper from the unknown. "Thank you Shirley". It shocked her so she watched behind her and concluded it was hallucination. "My Shirley". She heard it faintly again. It was a sweet voice , an enchanting voice that one couldn't tell if it's from a male or female. She freaked out when she saw the white fluffy cat with purple eyes , stare directly at her. "Hello cutie. How are you so cute. You cuchi cuchi lovey cutie". She playfully said while she carried and get it.

All I could recollect was, that I was with Cornelia and we were happily chatting in the stable after our late afternoon ride. “Cornelia...” I whispered, remembering her, and I was aghast to hear my voice. It was still the same, however, the pitch of my voice changed several octaves higher with a mixture of huskiness. It sounded somehow alluring. I shook my head when my temple started to throb and my throat felt parched. I suddenly felt thirsty like I had not drank for a long time. I arose without delay and walked towards the door only to be astonished at how inhumanely fast I moved. Disregarding it, I reached for the door and swung it open, but the door was effortlessly torn from its hinges.

Phew, how I visited the Finnish steam room, honestly . After enduring the torture of a moralizing dinner, Louis quickly retired to his room, opened his laptop and found that Kit had changed avatars - everywhere and everywhere. Now with each baring his teeth in a rather scary grin, the Cheshire cat from one of the gothic toys about Alice in Wonderland. Slanted predatory eyes and a tattooed muzzle. And between his ears, the inscription flashed - Kitty wanna play ... Lou somehow felt uneasy, both from the avatar and from this inscription. It looks like his girl is not in a good mood... However, it's hard to blame her for this... He remembered the trick of the Sydney fans and again felt a fit of