Creepy Facts Novels & Stories

Those feelings came with running away, even if running away meant saving your life. Stepping out into the dirt parking lot—everything was dirt and not pavement in Bull Creek—she took another deep breath and shook the agitation that had crept up on her inside the bar. The night was balmy with the Florida heat, and crickets could be heard off in the distance chirping their song. At least, Eve hoped it was crickets making that noise. Living in a paranormal community, one just never knew. Eve then giggled to herself as she shoved her hands in her pockets and continued walking, wondering if there were such a thing as bug shifters. So far, she had seen bears, panthers, coyotes, and wolves, had eve

“I even told them it was creepy and we didn’t want to insult any spirits or creatures that live around here. They laughed and told me that those were us. Is that true are we the scary creatures? Because I don’t think we are scary.” "Good perspective. Okay, why don’t you walk for a bit and I will explain a bit. In nature all living creatures have what is called survival instincts. Their brains are formed so they will do certain things called fight or flight. Meaning if their brain tells them something could hurt them, they will either run away or defend themselves. But our brain decides which by the information given it. The less facts we have the higher our brain tells us to be careful. H

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

"I've done my research. There are cases, real documented cases of people mysteriously losing chunks of their memories after encountering supernatural beings." I sipped my drink, letting the bitter but sweet taste of the mojito hit me. "Sounds like that conspiracy theory nonsense to me." "You don't have to believe me, but it's true. Didn't you say you saw something in your room the first day you were there?" "I was probably dreaming.” “See, you are coming up with excuses; you've experienced this shit.” “Tim, they aren't vampires or shifters, and also the last time I checked, vampires can't move during the day, and I have never seen a coffin in the mansion, so you are wrong.”

Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale. "Nonsense! Vampires are just myths. Don't try to play me for a fool!" Drex continued, unfazed. "I caught a strange scent near the hemodialysis area. I suspect there’s a vampire within the Mediyoung Company. Those creatures crave fresh blood, though I didn't expect one to actually prey on a human." "This is absurd! You're lying!" Bob was still skeptical, yet a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "Believe what you want, but I’m certain that as long as that thing is roaming free, there will be more cases like this," Drex predicted.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.