Creepy Quotes Novels & Stories

The scary-face man reveal a vicius curve in his lips, and said with freezingly cold, “Everyone, I know you saw what I saw, hear what I hear!” The faint howl coming from every direction can be heard. They are bubbling the same words over and over again, “Ancestor, we are prepared...” The scary-face man look up, viciously sneered the glow that is thought to be parasite of the bloody moon. He said, “Then go all out at once... Show the might we never shown for the century that pass!”

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.

“Spirits. Gods. Monsters. Things you don’t accidentally doodle on a cereal box.” Rain let out a low whistle. “And here I was thinking they’d just seen a new horror movie and got inspired.” “Rain,” I warned. “I’m just saying,” he held up his hands, “one day it’s shadowy visions and now it’s prehistoric demon hieroglyphics—” “They’re not creepy,” I snapped, smacking him lightly in the back of the head. “Ow! Rude. I didn’t say they were creepy, I said the demon graffiti was creepy.”

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

The laughter seemed to echo through the room, lingering in the air like a sinister specter. Gradually, the laughter subsided, and a cold voice replaced it, seeping into my ears like icy tendrils. Each word was laced with an eerie calmness, making my heart skip a beat. "Are you not scared of making deals with the grim reaper?" the voice taunted. "I'm afraid that I charge my talent fee pretty high. Can you even afford it?"

I drew my jacket tighter, feeling the hairs rise on the back of my neck as we pressed onward into the depths of the crypt, our remaining flames flickering weakly against the encroaching shadows. "This place gives me the ultimate creep vibes," Olivia muttered with a tremor in her voice, her eyes wide with fear as they darted about searching for unseen threats in the darkness. Her hand trembled visibly as she reached out to touch the damp wall for support, the rough surface feeling alive beneath her fingers.

A silent symphony of chaos. Low growls ripple through the air, deep and guttural, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The haunting howl of wolves echoes through the streets. The spine-chilling screeches of vampires slicing through the silence. And the almost imperceptible hum of witches, their presence felt but never seen. The city is alive with the creatures of dark, a living, breathing entity, and we’re racing right through the heart of it all.

The whispers of rubbish filled my ears as I struggled to listen to what Khloe had to say. It felt like the voice which whispered was all around me. I couldn't hear anything other than whispers and from the ghost whisper sounds which I heard, nothing meaningful was to make for it. I tried to listen carefully to the voice note of Khloe but suddenly, out of the phone which I held, the following was said and this wasn't the voice of Khloe. "The doom of all man and all supernatural creatures is by the cause of your hand, you have plagued the world, John Ozais Screeman."

*Danger doesn't lurk at every corner, it's just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up* *That cold out there ain't the weather, that's death approaching. Be warned! *Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he/she never show to anyone. *Hell is empty, all the demons are here. *We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us. *There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. *so what? Ghosts doesn't exit? That's what I thought too. Till it happened to me.

What was I thinking when I told her I would surely help her to the final destination. It looked like a room, filled it lots of cobwebs hanging lifelessly on the celling and wall, I saw a stream of blood, oozing out a very awful smell. I looked around the room only to see human skulls hanged behind the door, Shivers ran down my spine. I got startled when I began to hear malevolent chants coming from the corner of the room. “Yeeee ancient Gavi.” “Yeee ancient kida.” “Yeee ancient Iye.”