Creepy Scarecrow Novels & Stories

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

I hurriedly tapped the watch and leaned close to Tommy. “Do you remember your Mama’s phone number, Tommy?” He nodded and forced out the numbers one by one. I quickly dialed them. A few seconds later, a familiar voice came through the receiver. “Why are you calling my phone? Have you decided now?” I frowned. Why did her voice sound so familiar? A terrifying suspicion crept into my mind. Time was too short to dwell on it. I hurriedly said, “Are you Tommy Spark’s mother? We’re trapped in the haunted house at Little Tots Amusement Park.

But hey, priorities—like not dying while hand-delivering garlic-bomb tacos to a vampire clean freak. Scooter screeched to a halt at Crimson Keep's drawbridge. The smell hit me like a dumpster fire—blood stew with a side of corpse flowers. Almost face-planted from pure disgust.

The door opens. Marcus stands in the doorway. His eyes move across the scene in pieces. The destroyed sheets. The soaked mattress. My wrists tied to the headboard with his anniversary scarf. His brother’s naked body draped over mine. The obscene, glistening mess between my spread thighs. The rose toy still buzzing on the bed, coated in everything we’ve done. His face goes white. “What—” His voice cracks. He looks at Jax. At me. At the cum dripping from where his brother is still buried inside his wife. “What the fuck —”

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

It isn’t until I smell the rooting carcasses that seem to smell like a dead animal that has been hit by a car and left on the side of the road do I start moving and with the moving I catch someone’s attention, some unwanted attention. As I crawl towards Ash, I see some movement to the right of me; something is crawling out of the pile of bodies. I continue to crawl towards Ash, only faster this time, and I reach him just in time. The beast emerges from the pile of bodies and steps out into the light. I scream in horror, what kind of monster is this, its skin a deadly grey that hangs off its body, with wrinkles covering its body. Its eyes bright yellow but they have a faded tint to them. When

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

Alice’s roar rang in my ears, followed by screams and shrieks. A bloodcurdling smell of blood quickly filled the air. I trembled as I breathed, the feeling of metal scraping flesh still lingering on my body, making me terrified. “Cara~” An ethereal call sounded. I lifted my head in bewilderment. Golden eyes glittered in the darkness. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and tears spilled out.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores