Novel & Cerita Creepy Short Stories

Hunting? Oh, fuck! Creepy dude is a vampire! I have to be hallucinating. That cunt waitress spiked my drink…that’s it. I will just go to my hotel room and sleep this off. With swift assurance, he confronted the creature of darkness, transforming fear into fierce defiance just in time to save me from becoming another fleeting memory in this city's web of mysterious night terrors. "You can’t protect her forever, mutt," the creepy guy said before he disappeared.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

He slapped his cóck against her cheek, making her flinch. “Beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to cúm all over you.” Emma’s voice broke, filthy words spilling out as she clutched her tits around his cóck again. “Please, Mr. Carter, cúm for me. Cover my tits, my face mark me. I want to wear your cúm all day. I want everyone in this office to smell it on me.” His groan was a raw, primal sound ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a predator claiming its prey. Emma’s words, her filthy, desperate begging, had pushed him over the edge.

“I’d take her in the supply closet. Lock the door, push her against the shelves, pull her blouse open so those enormous breasts pop out, and suck on them while I finger her. Then bend her over a box of paper and fuck her senseless. She looks so professional, but I bet she’d love it, moaning like a slut once the decent clothes come off.” The table erupted in hushed, filthy laughter. Heads nodded vigorously. Jake took a bite of his pizza, eyes distant as if still seeing her. “Real talk? I fantasize about creampieing her right on her desk. She’d look so fucking good with my cum dripping down her thighs while she tries to act normal for the next class.”

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The air in the chamber is heavy. It is so thick that it feels like I am breathing in a liquid. It is a secret pit, carved deep into the cold stone of the mountain, far beneath the estate. There are no windows, and the only light comes from the torches mounted on the walls. The flames flicker, casting long, jumping shadows across the dark furs that cover the entire floor. The stone walls are damp, and the air smells of raw musk, old sweat, and a scent that makes my blood feel like it is boiling.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

His black shirt had the sleeves rolled to the elbows and her eyes dropped to his forearms before she could stop them and stayed there, the veins running beneath his skin visible even from across the room and her brain went somewhere filthy before she could do anything about it. Was his cock as veiny as his arms? She hoped so. She was done with little dicks. His dark eyes found hers across the room and stayed there. "Crawl to me," His eyes glinted, eyeing her breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "And beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy like the desperate dirty slut you are."

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y