Creepy Quotes Novels & Stories

this may be a fateful twist but by the gods I have been kissed sorry but your aim, it missed I know that I look a witch as I move my nose & give a twitch but my dear, I pulled a switch I raise my hands, I curse your words as spirits cry, my voice, is heard I bind you here, your soul I gird, I cast a spell, hogtie your feet take a bite, it's really sweet yes my dear please have a treat do you mind, if I have a seat? I call my spoon, my kettle stirring, as he speaks, the words are spurring, I laugh aloud, as kitty's purring, supernatural events, occurring, as caldrons bubble, broomsticks fly, & Frankenstein went walking by, his Mummy gives a wistful sigh, Your look of shock, a priceless one, l

A burst of Creepy laughter. Everyone outside heard it. They all looked around to find the source of the laughter. Instead of a person, they found speakers placed on different corners of the area. Christian felt that he had heard that voice somewhere before but couldn't pinpoint where and whose. The creepy laugh stopped and a cold voice replaced it. "Thinking of leaving this place alive? Hahaha! You can only dream about it. No one is going to leave from here, alive. You are all going to die with me."

Zoe moans in frustration as she looks at me through teary eyes. “Me calling you a slut has nothing to do with my creepiness. And don't you call me Freak," I reply coldly. "You slut." “You…you really are a pain in the butt! And you’re seriously creepy! Why don’t you just die?!” she says with much more hurtful tone.

I ventured deeper into the path and was surprised at stumbling upon the graveyard I saw back then. The absence of the shadow should've comforted me, yet an unsettling mix of nervousness and fear clutched at my heart, leaving me on edge in this mysterious place. “Why am I always seeing this creepy place?” I talked to myself and heard someone chuckling from behind. “This is your future, you will die and be buried here.” Someone whispered in my ear that made me scream because of horror and shock. I continued screaming, tears blurring my vision. The echo of laughter lingered as I fled, my voice choked with fear.

Goosebumps crept all over my skin as I stared at that building in front of me. It was just like a horror film scene that can freeze your blood flow instantly. The old man sitting in front of me turned his head back and gave another horrifying look to me. I don't know if he was a professional at this but his every word was as bizarre as the line between life and death. "Just prey to all the Gods in the world because once we enter this place you won't be saved even by any God" he chuckled and the others laughed louder. I was cursing them under my breath, well, that's all I could do for now.

This was one sick man. My buttons came undone and I was bared to him as grubby fingers sought out my bra-clad breasts. He squeezed, hard. “You are exquisite.” He groaned softly. I began to thrash around helplessly, a fresh wave of desperation washing over me, fueling my zeal for survival. Filling my lungs with air, I let out a blood-curdling scream. “HELP MEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HELPPPP!!!” Creepy guy chuckled darkly. “Yes, that’s it. Cry out for help. Cry out as much as you want, there’s no one coming to save you.”

My lips parted because of that. Oh my gosh! Why doesn't he even filter what he says? Doesn't he see that there are other people around? When I turned my gaze, the vendor was grinning from ear to ear. So, I laughed and smiled that I knew it was creepy because I don't usually do it. However, I still did. “I'm sorry, he just came out from mental.” That's probably the most ridiculous thing I had ever said. “Yeah! That's right, excuse us.” And before I could even hear the grim reaper speaking with me again I was kind enough to pull him away from there.

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 .

She laugh witch like. I cringe. She's all friendly, mom to my closet friend hermione. She also appear all younger and way healthier than her age but she sure is creepy. She creeps and scare better than cockroaches. I shiver. My shakey tooth grit and collide themselves. Goosebumps surround my skin. This explains how creepy my very thoughts and imagination picture her. She wriggle my palm. She though creeps me but actually assure my safety. She assures non watches.

“They say he doesn’t sleep. They say you can hear his veins pulsing from across the room.” “The Corpse God,” another had whispered back. “He eats Lycans to keep the rot at bay. He cracks them open like walnuts.” I had dismissed them as Dregs superstition. Myths created to make the boogeyman scarier. But now. Strapped to this cold obsidian chair. The silence pressing against my eardrums like water pressure. Those whispers felt terrifyingly real. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—thud, thud, thud—painful. Erratic.