Creepy Graveyard Novels & Stories

He answered. Clancy thought "Off city? Who would bury a corpse off city skirt?" He asked himself. Something's not right and Clancy could perceive that. Although, truth be told, there resides a cemetary off the city zone but it has been abandoned for decades. Many even believed the land to be cursed by witches and wizards due to a war that materialized against some creatures known as Zompires. Zompires are the real undead, combination of vampires and zombies, said to be extremely irritable and dangerous. So, to prevent them from fleeing beyond the borders of the cemetery, the witches and wizards sealed the cemetery off the shore of the city. To many, it's just a graveyard but to enlightened e

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

"The hysteria Northern graveyard? Yeah." Roman uttered with subtle pressure as he allowed himself to articulate despite the ache in his body. After he was furrowed off the carriage, his body collided with a tall hard tree. It didn't halt there, his body continued to rumble down the muddy sloppy soil, inducing his face into the sluggish dirt. Now, they were off their trail. "How did we get here?" The hysteria Northern cemetery was a no-go zone to all empires. Despite it being a graveyard, no typical body was buried inside. It was conveyed that the northern creature buries his prey there after feeding on them. So it constantly lurked around there.

I want to go back since it’s already dark but I feel this invisible force pulling me inside the graveyard. I keep walking inside the graveyard. The tombstones are old and breaking down into ruins and it’s hard to read the names on them. I come across a well which is located at the center of the graveyard. The well is huge and unused for a long time. When I listen carefully, I realize that the whispers are coming from the well. They’re echoing inside the well. There are so many voices inside the well. They seem alive and speaking to me. I can’t make out what they’re saying but they have this odd aura about them that seems to be pulling me towards the well more.

Under the eerie glow of a full moon, Zilver and Eskaal stood side by side in a desolate graveyard, surrounded by ancient tombstones and gnarled trees. Before them, a formidable army of vampiric creatures, their eyes blood-red and fangs exposed, advanced with menacing intent. In their hands, they wielded weapons forged from wicked intentions.

The old man was too weak to travel. “Go,” they recited together and threw their cards. When the heroes looked back, the beggar had melted into the earth. Iron railings, rusted and twisted from time’s decay, surrounded the graveyard. A perpetually squeaking fence greeted them with ear piercing shrieks. The old tombs were crumbling and decayed, becoming little more than havens for giant spiders and other violent aberrations of nature. “Kill.” “Kill.” “Kill,” was repeated over and over.

"Get your gun. We’re going to the graveyard." "You're using yourself as bait?" Kai rasped, a grim respect flickering in his eyes. "I'm not bait, Kai," I said, the "shimmer" in my vision solidifying into a clear, golden path through the trees. "I'm the fuse." As we began the descent toward the valley, the first tremors began. It wasn't an earthquake. It was the sound of the vault beneath the cemetery beginning to groan, its ancient, hungry magic sensing the approach of the blood it had been denied for fifteen years.

Why was he always so reckless? Jayden ignored the gash on his forehead. He flung the car door open and marched straight into the villa. Hank froze for a moment when he saw him. "Jay, your head—" "I'm fine. Where's the corpse?" "Just up ahead." Hank opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, then hesitated. "You should brace yourself, Jay." My corpse lay sprawled across the living room floor, already starting to rot. It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words.

It sounded like a familiar woman’s crying sound— Crazy Crone! Alex was stunned and pleasantly surprised when he saw Crazy Crone appearing in Gods’ Tomb with her messed up hair. Seeing a real human being in the Undying Clan’s base was practically like seeing a friend from his hometown. “Elder, we meet again!” Alex immediately approached Crazy Crone. Crazy Crone oddly rolled her eyes and stopped crying. Instead, she stared at Alex with dead-looking eyes. After two full minutes, she started crying again. While she wept, she mumbled to herself. “The end of all gods lies in God’s Tomb. There are neither paths to heaven nor hell. Sob sob—”