Creepy Quotes Novels & Stories

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

“She guards what is powerful.” “Well,” I said, “that’s inconvenient. I don’t think Home Depot sells haunted drill bits.” He gave me a long, patient look. “You would drill through an ancient enchantment?” “It’s called problem-solving.” “It’s called suicide.” “Semantics.” --- The mirror shivered under his hand. Light rippled through the glass like liquid gold. Brenda groaned deep in the walls — half warning, half sigh. “Okay,” I said. “That’s officially creepy.”

“Why won't you move, you son of a bitch!” I lower my head in defeat. I have to find another way out. I look around the room. Four square walls, many antiques, but no other exits in sight, except for the closed door. I could try to tiptoe out the door. Hopefully, they are away somewhere or possibly even asleep. My mind panics. Questions being to race through my head, “What if this person is creepier than the last? What if it isn't a person at all! What if it is a blood-sucking demon! Breathe, Katrina! Breathe!”

the person said sympathetically. “How did they die?” Jay suppressed the tremor in his heart and asked. “The old lady was exsanguinated. The wall was written full of ‘I’m sorry’ with her blood. Her son and daughter-in-law were hacked to death. “None of the living creatures in the yard were spared. Not even the livestock.” The person was not exaggerating. Jay saw dead cockroaches and dead ants under his feet… Suddenly, he felt a slight chill running across his back.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

CHAPTER NINE Nancy Drew, Part 1 People say Forest Hills memorial is so old even the ghosts don’t remember who they are… I’d be cautious when visiting the place though. Some stories claim that a daytime visit to the cemetery might mean you get a visitor at night too. #ForestHills #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. The following message was read from the email of Jonathan Day and later added into the live journal of Jessica Day; Jono,

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, but I saw no one. As I continued to explore the graveyard, I came across a particularly old and decrepit gravestone. The inscription on it read "Here lies a witch, feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death, but do you think I'm dead?". I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The graveyard was definitely giving off a creepy vibe, but it was also fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories of the witches buried here. Who were they? What powers did they possess? And why were they feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death?

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

I stand up straight with my clothes in my hands. It was only your imagination. I say over and over again in my head. Just then I see something move out of the corner of my eye, when I spin around, I see something move behind the lockers so fast I'm almost convinced I didn't see it. "H-hello?" I call out, "Yeah, hey, I'm just a creepy guy watching you change. By the way, I'm going to kill you." The dark figure says, coming out of the shadows.

"It felt like fingers." Zane moved closer, his body tense and alert. "Ghost fingers?" "I don't know! Maybe?" "Or maybe you're just freaking yourself out," he replied with a gentle tone. "This place is creepy so I get it." I wasn't just imagining things but I had no proof so I kept quiet. He might be right after all. The ancient werewolf cemetery was exactly as horrifying as Alerion had promised, maybe worse. And I was absolutely, completely, one hundred percent convinced that something was watching us.