Creepy Poetry Novels & Stories

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“Just go out the back and I will see you in five minutes.” “I am not going anywhere with you.” “You won’t because that creepy dude will follow you.” I roll my eyes and down my drink. “Whatever, bye freak.” As I stepped into the shadowy alley, an unsettling chill slithered down my spine, a premonition that proved all too real when a cold grip seized my arm. The creepy man from the bar was before me, and now he exuded an aura of predatory elegance. I could see his pale skin that glistened under the flickering streetlight, his eyes like dark voids craving feral hunger. “You will be the perfect dessert that I have waited for all night,” he says in a soft, almost hypnotic tone.

As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.” The ground shuddered. A low growl rolled through the forest — deep, ancient, alive. The wolves froze mid-step. Whining, backing away, they turned and vanished into the fog. Rhea’s eyes widened as the growl grew louder, vibrating through her bones. It came from behind her. She turned — slowly. Beyond the edge of the mist, the ground split open. A shadow began

I beseeched for one last time, my voice breaking with unrestrained fear and loathing. The oppressive darkness wrapped around me felt suffocating, thickening with every malevolent word that spilled from the man's lips. Desperation gnawed at the edges of my sanity, clawing with relentless fervour. My curse screamed within me, a chaotic tempest echoing the man's vile incantations with a sinister rhythm of its own. The small space between us was filled with an unimaginable tension, and the darkness itself seemed to shudder with the anticipation of impending doom.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if someone had glued my eyelids shut. The air shifted. Suddenly, I wasn’t in bed anymore—I was somewhere else. A dark enclosure. Dim light flickered from distant corners. The whispers multiplied, louder, overlapping. Voices whispering, shouting, screaming the same words: Blood of my blood. Before his first moon. Hands—scaly, jagged hands—slid across my body. Claws dug deep into my skin, cutting and binding me to their madness. A scream ripped out of me, raw and guttural. It echoed so violently the walls trembled. Darkness poured in, smothering every trace of light until nothing remained but the sound of my fear.

My fingers crawling to my ears, pull the ear buds out quickly as my breathing pulls up lightly. My heart, once dancing with joy, now shuddered with fear, and my body instinctively tensed, a cold rush replacing the warmth within. The blood coursing through my veins seemed to turn icy as the air around me thickened with an unsettling tension. A disconcerting symphony echoed in the form of creepy, scary footsteps, their ominous rhythm making its way over dry, crunchy leaves.

Dread clawed at my insides as I watched the ominous tableau unfold before me. A woman, her features twisted with malice, hovered over a cauldron, stirring a concoction of blood and unknown substances. Her dark eyes glinted with an otherworldly gleam as she muttered incantations that sent shivers down my spine. She was a witch. Other men who I guessed were vampires accompanied her with the ingredients, some of them chemicals and one I recognized as blood. My blood. I could feel the dark energy pulsating through the room, suffocating me with its malevolence. Then he appeared— Cyrus. With a swift kick, he shattered the silence, his presence sending a chill down my spine. His very essence seemed

I am engulfed, burning from the inside out, as the inferno dances within, leaving naught but ashes in its wake. There's a haunting beauty in the piercing cry that shatters the silence, a raw heart-wrenching sonnet of agony escaping from the depths of my anguish. My voice, a raw symphony of pain, paints the space with the visceral strokes of an emotion too intense to be confined. My eyes open, embracing bleeding obsidian and clutching at shadows, my breath a delicate tremor of fear. Every unseen whisper becomes a phantom, and the absence of light is a canvas for my imagination to weave tales of untold terrors.

*Poppy* As I entered the dense and eerie forest at night, the darkness enveloped me like a heavy cloak. The trees loomed overhead, casting long, shadowy shapes that seemed to shift and dance in the faint moonlight. Twigs cracked beneath my feet, and the rustling of leaves in the breeze sounded like whispers in the darkness. Each step felt heavy with the weight of the unknown, and every distant hoot of an owl or rustle in the underbrush sent shivers down my spine. Despite the creepiness, there was a strange allure to the mysterious atmosphere of the forest, which drew me deeper and deeper into its depths.

I lie on the bed inhaling deeply and the smell is much stronger here. My heart races with the thought of someone breaking into my home and the dread in me intensifies seeing a black note on the side of the table. Ice grips me as I stare at the cursive words written in red. Caged in a nightmare. Fear the darkness, Unknown to the eyes. The flower spreads poison, just as ocean drowned the love.