Novel & Cerita Creepy Poetry

me, has spied I move away, from where I hide, Shhhhhh be quiet, My legs are heavy, I slowly stepped, you escorted, up I crept tears I wish, that I had wept, I move my hand, away are swept, no way for me to leave, get out, they'd never hear me scream & shout trudging on with wary doubt, I bite my lip, I moan & pout, in every step, as I grow brave, climbing up, a darkened grave, with every step, my soul to save, Very dramatic poet, emmmm thanks, read on, I reach the top in my suspense, ahead I say, in my defense, sorry if you're feeling tense, It's alright, I open up the door ahead, filling me & you with dread, dragging knuckles, telluric bed, I look, in horror, shrilling, ....shrieking a glow

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

He stopped scrolling and read the full poem, his skin growing cold with gooseflesh as he did so. Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

The guard stammered as he was filled with dread. Cwena was the first to step into the dreary openings. Waves after waves of an irritating odour hit her from left and right, threatening to bring to a standstill, the normal functioning of her nostrils. The clouds had turned black and gloomy, again, but there was no time to marvel at what the word had become as a thunderous howl perforated the aura of silence and mourn that had bath over the atmosphere. The tyronimics.

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

Adams staggered, his body trembling as the venom continued to spread. His vision shifted, his eyes turning crimson as something deepened inside him. He forced himself to move, stepping into Clarke’s house to kill anyone remaining. The air inside was thick with the stench of death. He stumbled into a large hall, his eyes widening in horror at what he saw. The floor was littered with lifeless infants. Their hollow eyes stared blankly, their tiny bodies drained of blood. The sight was monstrous, a testament to Clarke’s depravity. Adams’s heart pounded as he felt something shift in the air. The floor beneath him began to dry and crack, as if something was leeching life from the very foundation o