Creepy Cemetery Tattoos Novels & Stories

Even if you die, everyone would just hold a grudge against you for bringing the samples with you. "If you beg, Zachary and I might feel generous enough to go collect your corpse." My silence only earned sharper mockery. Zachary spoke coldly, "Before you die, remember to put those samples back into the car. Luna still needs them for her merit, you know? "Besides, if you hold it while you die, who knows what bad karma it's going to bring for a pregnant woman like her?" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me.

Time had left its mark on this ancient place, yet it still retained a powerful aura. The trio ventured through the broken, metallic door of the cemetery, Serene casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure the door remained open until their return. As Serene, Josie, and Anthony entered the cemetery, they were greeted by a haunting sight: thousands of graves, some broken and others empty. It seemed like the work of malevolent forces, as if they sought to harness the power that lingered here. Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment.

Gathering as much strength as I could from within myself and from Lyric, I took my first step towards the cemetery. Lyric walked silently beside me, my hand clasped tightly in his. The entire place was empty and even though it was a cemetery, it didn’t feel creepy or disturbing. There was an odd sense of peace in this place where the dead rested and passed on to the afterlife, leaving behind only empty shells. I saw flowers on some of the tombstones, some fresh, some wilted and wondered if I should’ve brought some myself. But then again, what I had brought was far more relevant.

Margaret glanced at it and said comfortingly, "No, Amy. Don't look at it." … The leader chuckled, "Let's go, guys. We shouldn't stop them from atoning their sins." After that, the four men passed through the densely packed graves toward the exit of the cemetery. They heard the pitiful cries of the two women behind them, along with a few hoots of the owls from time to time. The noises sounded scary in the empty suburbs. Even the four men felt chills run down their spines. Grim cursed, "Fuck! I wouldn't have dared to do this job if that lady hadn't paid me so much. This is so fucking scary."

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

From somewhere below… The slow scrape of wood echoed against stone. Then another. And another. Seven coffins emerged from the shadows. Each rested on an iron trolley rolling silently along ancient tracks embedded in the floor. No one pushed them. No machinery was visible. They moved on their own. Alexander broke the silence first. “I’ve officially seen enough creepy things for one lifetime.” Lucien didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the symbols carved into the lids. A raven. A queen. A crown. A compass. A key. A violin.

He hadn’t been able to observe it from such a short distance, but now that he had, he was still somewhat terrified. The largest tombstone stood tall in the middle as if it were the core of this large graveyard. It was hundreds of feet tall, with tightly-packed symbols all over. None of them were legible, though, so Alex was sure they didn’t come from his location. However, each word and symbol looked as if they had a specific law power within them. Moreover, this large tombstone was surrounded by neatly-arranged graves. Every grave had a designated black tombstone, each carved with an actual name.

I asked the driver to stop at the entrance in front of the protective fence, and he didn't accompany me inside. Of course, because I didn't want him to see the potential future wife of Prince Cassian digging up a grave and stealing a corpse. My powers were still a secret to everyone. I couldn't let anyone find out. "If I'm not mistaken, they bury the deceased based on age. The right side is for the elderly, the front for babies, so the left side should be for the young," I mumbled to myself. I looked towards the left, reaching the area of the cemetery with the most burials. Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones.

“A cemetery visit? Just what I needed. You’re really trying to ruin my night, aren’t you?” I shoot him a look. “You’ll live.” “Debatable,” he mutters under his breath, but I ignore him. The drive is quiet, the roads dark and empty except for the occasional flickering streetlight. The cemetery is just on the outskirts, close to my old apartment building, hidden behind tall, iron gates. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old flowers, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. Achilles steps out and looks around, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “I hate cemeteries,” he mutters. “They give me the creeps.”

Amara moved in the middle, with Cristy on one side and Finn on the other, forming a silent barrier around her as they headed deeper into the cemetery. The morning air was cold, and a light fog rested over the graves, making everything feel even quieter than it should have been. Footsteps on the gravel echoed softly as they passed row after row of stone markers. Cristy’s eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the surroundings. “Three at the east side,” she whispered under her breath. “Two near the caretaker’s path… and at least four more near the upper slope.” Finn didn’t turn his head, but his voice dropped lower.