Creepy Nursery Rhymes Novels & Stories

I yelped slightly, stumbling backward into Tina’s frame. “Scared already?” Tina muttered, not even flinching. We moved on to the next room, which was a twisted version of a child’s nursery. Creepy dolls with glowing red eyes turned their heads to follow us. A rocking chair in the corner moved on its own. A baby cried eerily but there was no baby around, and a music box played on repeat. But I could hardly focus on any of it. Fiona’s words kept replaying in my mind. Fated mate...

Is Rocco trying to tell me something? “Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one, the mouse ran down. Hickory dickory dock… Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck two, and down he flew. Hickory dickory dock.” Over and Over in his scratchy high pitch voice that always sends creepy feelings all over my body. He must be high on drugs again… I shiver…

My heart raced as I heard the bone-chilling cries of a baby. I threw back the covers and rushed out of my room. Where’s the crying coming from? I felt like I was in a haunted house or horror movie as I opened door after door in this endless hallway, only to find a dead end. There was only one door left. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me and threw the door open. I finally reached the crib, but it was a pool of blood as I pulled back the blanket.

You lock your bedroom door and close the window Indeed you know that there is no way to hide I get in from the door on the backside Baby, I'm your nightmare Sinubukan ni Gaia na wag pansini ang nakakakilabot na kantang ikinanta ng tinatawag ng kararamihan na--anghel. At sinubukan din niyang wag intindihan ang mensahe ng kantang ito. But I know that you will like the creeps 'Cause nothing thrills like scary deeds I know that you will like the creeps

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, You sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want. Listen to me. Little Red Riding Hood I don't think little big girls should Go walking in these spooky old woods alone. Owoooooo

God. And began singing. Fair. Not a real song. Reasonable honestly. Not anything from television. Not anything taught by adults. God. Just a Lily song. Fair. Tiny made-up words. Random melody. Reasonable. Completely imperfect. God. Completely beautiful. Fair. The nursery became quiet except for her voice. Reasonable. Soft. Gentle. God. And somehow... the baby stopped crying. Fair. Not immediately. Reasonable. Slowly. God. The cries grew softer.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.