Creepy Nursery Rhymes Novels & Stories

I tried to pull away. “Oh, tell her,” the Tip-Toe Shadow cawed. “Tell her how you and the mother lay together at night and talked about her. And you laugh and laugh and laugh. And in the other room, the New Luna cries in loneliness and fear. But who comes to her? I do. I don’t leave her alone, no! There are, mmm, songs, and stories and things to tell her! About the dark places, and the fun we shall have, and why nobody loves her but me, the one who crawls under the covers with her when she hides and . . . ” “Stop it, you monster!” I screamed and tore at the hands around my neck. “You’re disgusting and vile, and I don’t want anything to do with you! Uninvited! Uninvited!”

She thought of something that could make her sleep, like a song, she decided to try singing, she remembered one of the newest song she had memorized "I'm not scared of the dark" " I’m not scared of the dark I’m not running, running, running No, I’m not afraid of the fall I’m not scared, not at all Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark? I’m not scared I’m not scared, even from the start I’m not scared of the dark Of the dark, mmm" she sniffed she was about crying "I’m not scared of the dark I ain’t never scared, I ain’t never scared I’m not running, running, running

With an unsteady index finger and a hoarse, shaky voice, I began, "Ip dip doo, cat got the flu, chicken got the chicken pox, and out goes you." My finger pointed to the left, so I took the chance and followed the path, leaving a trail of blood from my injured feet on the cold tile floor. I could barely see, but I pushed myself to keep moving forward. I had to make it out of there. I had to. At the end of the hall, another corridor stretched before me. Again, I relied on my lucky rhyme: "Ip dip doo, cat got the flu, chicken got the chicken pox, and out goes you."

When I saw the old crone inside, my apprehension turned to horror. With that dreamy, horrible smile, she was hideous in look, mumbling to herself. Her hair was lank and lustrous, and it hung around her like rotten straw ropes. In the corner, a cauldron gently bubbled, emitting the most hellish and rotten vapors. The cave's floor was littered with frog leg fragments, bat wings, and newt eyes. Her ferocious and cunning lupine eyes only sprang to life when she whispered arcane words from a spell. They were perched on top of her hawkish, hooked nose. The most ridiculous wart sprang from it. It was the size of a saucer at the very least.

Calla smiled and started singing the lullaby her daddy sings for her whenever she's feeling low or couldn't sleep. Uncle sun has gone to sleep, It is dark outside. But baby you don’t need to fear, Daddy will always be by your side. For the birds those sings, And the stars that shine, You are the only princess, my sunshine. No monsters under the bed, Daddy will always check. No bed bugs will ever bite, My princess will always sleep tight. For the rain that falls, For the fairies those fight, You are the only princess, my moon pie.

The bedroom was also dark, but thanks to the orange light coming from the lampstand, the guys were able to navigate their way through the room. Asher walkers sat on the only sofa the woman had in her room and crossed his legs, while Roy went to wake the woman up. “Wakey, wakey… the debt collector is here.” His voice sounded like a lullaby, sending people to sleep instead of waking them up. Seeing she wasn't getting up, he lowered his lips to her earlobe. “Wakey, wakey… the grim reaper is here.” This time around, Mrs. Wales moved and threw her hand behind her ear to slap away the ‘mosquito’ bothering her. The woman didn't wonder what a mosquito was doing in her bedroom, which is free of all i

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

Emily thought as she approached the pit , careful not to step on any of the slimy creepers . Are these even creepers ? No wonder they are called so ! They looked so much like snakes in their enormous quantity . Nancy couldn't have fall here ,could she ?? . She turned her back and proceed to get out of the midst of this scary creepers when she thought she heard someone sniffs .

Which meant extremely dangerous. But to me, Mrs Meredith was creepier. Nothing was as scary as the crappy song she'd taught eight year olds to sing every night as a reminder to protect themselves. "Lock your windows every night, Never let strangers in, Cause you never know when the Reaper will appear The demon with soulless eyes, Who is always out for blood May the Goddess save us all From a night full of thorns." I sang absentmindedly and chuckled. I'm strange, I know. "Now I'm really worried about you. What happened when you disappeared?" Caleb asked as he parked in front of my house.

Struggling to get back up again, I pull my feet from them and then run into the hallway. Not noticing that this isn’t my hallway anymore, I keep running and running. Finally, when I glance at my surroundings, I hear the voice from the small child, and it is saying a rhyme over and over again. Not wanting to look at what is following me, I keep running and realize that the corridor is longer and darker than it has ever been.