Creepy Novels & Stories

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.

Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel. "You look hot," Amber compliments me as I'm next to her. "I hate to agree, but you really do." Sookie rolls her eyes and sips some from her cup. "Thank you," I say shyly. "Want a drink?" Amber, hand me a cup. I accept it and recall what my aunt warned me about before leaving the house. I should not drink. But how can I say no to Amber? Amber's eyes were fixated, needing me to take a sip.

“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.”

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

A being that seems to embody the very essence of divinity, making it seem as if everyone is in the presence of a god. Creed's mind felt like he had been hit by a wave of confusion. However, while he was basking in the beauty of this seemingly unfamiliar creature, she opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. ~SCREEECCCHHHHHH Her screeching howl tore apart the tranquility of the forest. An unearthly wail that seemed to reach into the very depths of Creed's core. The mournful sound echoed through the trees, setting every nerve on edge, and causing his heart to race with archaic fear.

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

Emma willed her legs to move as she felt around for a wall. She hadn’t been able to see much of anything when she had first entered the crypt, and now that she was sealed in, she was surrounded by a stygian darkness. She bumped into something solid and stone-like, and immediately crouched down on the floor in a fetal position. Her body shook, her lips trembled and her mind conjured creepy-crawlies, fantastic monsters, and demons of all shapes and sizes. And they came, one and all in full force, to crawl over her skin, to nip and paw at her, and to literally pull her to pieces.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

"It felt like fingers." Zane moved closer, his body tense and alert. "Ghost fingers?" "I don't know! Maybe?" "Or maybe you're just freaking yourself out," he replied with a gentle tone. "This place is creepy so I get it." I wasn't just imagining things but I had no proof so I kept quiet. He might be right after all. The ancient werewolf cemetery was exactly as horrifying as Alerion had promised, maybe worse. And I was absolutely, completely, one hundred percent convinced that something was watching us.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]