Creepy Cemetery Tattoos Novels & Stories

The headstones were worn smooth by centuries of weather, and most of the names had been erased by time. As I crept between the headstones, trying to stay hidden while I figured out what was happening, I began to notice things that made my skin crawl. The symbols carved into some of the stones weren't Christian crosses or normal cemetery decorations. They were the same dark symbols I had seen in my father's box. This was a supernatural cemetery - a place where vampires and werewolves and other creatures had been buried for hundreds of years. And right in the center of it all, I found what I was looking for.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on, Raya, let's party!" As we approached the cemetery, I couldn't help but marvel at its eerie beauty, transformed to suit the Halloween party. This particular cemetery had been used in the past for those accused of aiding witches in one way or another. These bodies have been underground for centuries, so most people didn't feel it was disrespectful to have a party here, but I did. A cemetery, regardless of its age, should never be used to host a celebration. Had I known the location beforehand, I would have never in a million years agreed to come.

If they could keep running, they would eventually find their way out. However, there were no exit signs in the place. They seemed to have disappeared altogether. The layout of the place seemed to have changed in terms of directions, reinforcing Kat’s initial suspicion about being in a different place entirely. She knew that the underground cemetery spanned across half the land area of Crescent Hill Memorial Park. It should be huge, yes, but it shouldn’t be enough to get them running around in circles like this. It shouldn’t be enough that no matter where they turned, there was always a new room or a new extension, all with urns in glass cases and cracking tombs. She’d seen the same fancy pin

*** Calvary Cemetery, Queens, New York Alessandra I took a deep, shaky breath, unable to stop my gloved hands from shaking violently at what was to come. I stared beyond the tinted windows, my eyes settling on the small chapel a few ft. away where a Catholic hymn was being currently sang, the sadness in every tone and word making the pit in my stomach grow even further.

Ancient and artistically engraved tombstones. Sally found herself in a graveyard. "W-what the hell is this!? Why am I in a cemetery!? This is too creepy! I gotta run back!" Sally thought with fear in her heart. Sweat began to form on her brow. And so she ran and ran... but wherever she ran to, tombstones were still everywhere. It was like she was perpetually stuck in the graveyard!

He looked at Oryn. "He's annoying me," Cyprian said. Oryn nodded. He reached into his jacket. Cyprian didn't watch. He turned around and began to walk back to his car. Pfft. A single, suppressed shot echoed in the alley. The noise stopped. Cyprian stepped into his car. "Drive." He didn't feel better. The world was still grey. The Cemetery. North Veridia. The grave was overgrown. Weeds choked the stone. Moss covered the name.

Actually, I don't like black but this color represents a feeling of grief and maybe I'll spend my time crying at grandpa's grave later. I quickly walked up to Terrence and asked him to leave after I asked mom for permission. The cemetery was a little far from what I thought because it was on an island across from Vadawolf. A secret funeral that only members of the kingdom were allowed to come there. Grandpa's tomb is under a maple tree that is still fresh and bright.

💉 Tiara p.o.v 💉 "To hell with your soul" I said and left Jackson already demolished apartment, I returned to the hotel and wore my bracelet, I used my necromancy power to call out my bat, and transferred all the blood to it to take it home. Now the next thing is how to find the second prey, I will go to another club tonight, I want to be fast with everything. I can't wait to see my mate. I hope this weakling's(Jackson) blood will do a little in the task ahead of me.

They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary creatures of demons carved in the wall, some shivered at the sight of it but Hinamori cheered them up, the decision to come here and they must achieve what the desire. Their eyes were fixated on the walls not noticing what was waiting for them. One o

Accompanied by the creepy howling wind, blowing in our direction. The more we walked forward, the more darkness became oppressive and sorrowful. I glanced at Rowan, he seemed unfazed by our environment as he looked at the paper in his hand, searching for my tombstone. It gave me a lot of confidence to not feel afraid. I quietly followed his lead, until we arrived in front of the black marble tombstone. My steps slowed down as I allowed my night vision to readjust to the barest grave in the cemetery. Every word was perfectly intricated. In loving memory of my Beloved Brother, Jaylene Sabastian Nakul. My birth date and date of death.