Creepy Quotes Novels & Stories

- To be afraid of such shit - to be the most shit! “Let's see how brave you are,” the sorcerer chuckled, spitting blood, after which he said, referring to Tamir, who was frozen indifferently to the side. - Well, what are you doing with a sour face? Today you will go into the mortuary and crawl out of there only when you raise three ghouls. And then you put it down. So that in advance I don’t fall into melancholy and sadness every time.

Sensing my unease, he reached out and gently placed a weathered hand upon mine, offering reassurance. "Please, do not let the tales unnerve you, my dear. They are but figments of the past, remnants of a bygone era. Yet, there are those who still believe, who fear the night and its mysteries. For them, the mere mention of the vampire myth awakens primal fears." A mixture of curiosity and apprehension filled the air, and I found myself yearning for more. "Have you ever encountered anything supernatural, sir? Anything that has made you question the boundaries of reality?"

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground. We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots. ‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’

He even added creepy laughter on purpose, and when the story reached its climax at the end, he suddenly roared out loud while making a dramatic gesture. The room was eerily quiet, and no one moved. “Crazy.” “Retard.” “Stupid.” Even though the other three gave him face and answered, Chris Gordon pouted and stuck out his tongue: "How boring. None of you said anything. SAM (buddy)? Are you not afraid at all? ”

I shook my head, feeling a bit uncomfortable about that truth. “I didn’t know, but now I know. And… I still I’m not quitting.” I responded, with my chin slightly raised up. If my confidence was all I needed to show, then I would give him more than enough. Hopefully that I gain my sight after risking my safety. “Alright. In the land of fear, you’ll encounter tricksters, those who will make your skin crawl…” “The shadow creepers, you mean” Daniel interrupted. “Yeah! The shadow creepers, and a lot more. All these are not just names. They are beings that will scare the lungs out of you, and sometimes, even when you need some help, you might not be able to get it.” The old man enlightened me furt

She smiles, a blood curling expression that feels so icky, rubbing my skin the wrong way. "Ask the dead gods buried in the North, they should tell you all you need to know.”

As if your gut is telling you, it’s giving you pre heads-up. To prepare yourself maybe, or just to be ready, to have it in you to face what's to come. I may sound crazy, but even sometimes, I feel as if someone is watching me. It is creepy, I know. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine. I let out a tired sigh and press my palms over the kitchen's counter. What the hell Cara? What is wrong with you? You're being so dramatic. Damn. Everything is okay. Not just okay, everything is perfect.

Next to it, a quote read: The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them. “That’s the work of Black Crimson,” I said. “You like it?” “It’s breathtaking,” she murmured. “And the quote sounds like someone famous should’ve written it.” “Someone famous did write it. Ernest Hemingway,” I said. When she glanced at me, I shrugged. “I had to look it up after the first time I saw the painting.” Nodding, she glanced back over her shoulder to take in the last of the masterpiece before we’d driven past it completely. Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?”

The spirits whisper, "Devil's Backbone, Devil's Backbone, untimely." Sunny starts panicking as the room gets colder. The mirror then starts to shake on top of the fireplace, and she screams in terror. The spirits' whispers grow louder and more menacing, echoing through the room. Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.