Creepy Poetry Novels & Stories

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

But I know that you will like the creeps 'Cause nothing thrills like scary deeds I know that you will like the creeps You know you'll like the creeps Walang tigil ang panginginig ni Gaia dahil papalapit na ang tunog ng ingay na kumakaliskis na kadena. Tinakpan niya ang kanyang labi ng matindi saka umabante ng umabante kung saan man niya naramdaman na ligtas ang kanyang sarili.

She picked up a piece of paper from her desk, her voice steady as she recited the words: In the twilight of realms where shadows dance and secrets lie, When the Blood Moon rises in the ink-black sky, Two souls entwined by fate’s unyielding thread, Shall awaken the power of the ancient dead. Born of light and bound by night, One will be human, the other a creature of might. Their hearts shall beat in sync, a melody divine, As the bonds of their worlds begin to intertwine. In the forest deep, where the old ones roam, A choice must be made to protect their home. Through trials of fire, through storms of despair,

"Hidden under soft fur and smooth felted skin; My legs are tight and curled beneath me. I wait for the end and new beginnings, I wait for a bright, pure white light to bring me back; With a world full of colors and fragrances entering my nostrils; With a world of sharp, cynical words that have shredded tender smiles. I listened as the tinkling sounds of rocks hit the amber liquid. The heat burned inside me, like a reminder of a suicide from the past, like a silent murder. Seconds... Minutes... Centuries... A new experience suddenly twisted in my stomach; I'm at home. I suddenly opened my eyes to see the light seeping through the gap in the open door. And wonder what will be left of me." Cari

Caleb whispered, his voice cracking into a jagged, venomous hiss. He slowly rose from his chair, his gaunt frame trembling not with fear, but with a terrifying, unhinged ecstasy. Beneath the cuffs of his tunic, the flesh of his forearms began to twist and crawl, sickening veins of dark, necrotic purple glowing violently beneath his skin. The air inside the tent plummeted to an unnatural, suffocating chill, saturated with the foul stench of grave dirt, rotting copper, and forbidden flesh-magic.

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

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.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

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