Creepy Short Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe how cold her fingers felt wrapped around my hot flesh, but for some reason that only seemed to make it better. Or worse, I mean, as I begged her with my eyes to stop and let me go. She had a different idea altogether, though. Shelly pulled up her skirt and I had flashbacks of Halloween night as I realized she wasn't wearing underwear ... again. Maybe vampires didn't wear panties, I wasn't sure, and just then I didn't really care as she spread her legs and pulled my cock towards her hungry sex.

They went into the dark, red-lighted room, filled with different stench as they strode in quietly and carefully, looking at the creepy scriptures. Suddenly, something horrific jumped out of nowhere with a funny, weird, and creepy sound, startling both of them as they both screamed. They ran out of the section only to be attacked by a group of half-headed, mutilated bodies and bloody-looking creatures. They screamed in fright, kicking them away as they ran through the creepy building that never seemed to end, coming across everything that could give them goosebumps and make their heart nearly jump out of their chests. By the time they were out of the building, they were both panting heavily,

Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me

CONTENT: Threesome, oral, titty sucking, voyeurism, jerk off, fingering, blow job, pussy licking. CHAPTER 1 Claire had never been out of her hometown before. It was all a new and slightly intimidating experience for her. She kept telling herself that it would be OK. Saying it and believing it were two very different things, however.

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

The old manor stood silent under the cloak of a moonless night, its ivy-covered walls and gothic arches casting eerie shadows across the sprawling grounds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning sage, a heady mix that stirred a restless excitement in my chest. I adjusted the black lace dress that hugged my curves, the fabric whispering against my skin as I approached the hidden entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. I’d heard whispers of the Midnight Coven—a secretive gathering of women bound by ancient rituals and unrestrained desire—and my curiosity, tempered by a daring streak, had drawn me here. My pussy tingled with the promise of forbidde

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson