Creepy Short Stories Novels & Stories

When the air grew thick with musk and something ancient. But curiosity was louder than fear. She was halfway down a sloped ravine when the first howl cut through the air. Low. Deep. Close. Cora froze, every hair on her body lifting. Her fingers tightened around the camera, heart hammering against her ribs. The howl was followed by another—sharper, higher, answering the first. Then more. A chorus. Surrounding her. She wasn’t alone. She ran. Her boots slipped on moss and wet dirt. Branches tore at her jacket. Her lungs screamed. The howls turned into growls. Not far. Not distant.

It felt like invisible handcuffs were holding my wrists above my head and my ankles spread wide apart. Tears streamed down my face, my heart racing at the fact that I was completely trapped. “Guys! Something’s holding me down! Help! Something crazy's going on!!" My friends were still banging on the door, panicking. “Sophia? We’re trying to get in! Just hold on!” A foggy, shadowy figure materialized at the foot of the bed. Tall, dark, with glowing silver eyes. I knew it wasn't human, the shape was all wrong — too fluid with too many limbs shifting in the darkness.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Thirteen Months Ago-JANUARY 11th, 2025 The cemetery in Daisy Field was a graveyard of repressed desires, shielded by a sea of black umbrellas and the heavy Florida humidity. Bethany Evers stood at the grave's edge, her hips swaying with a grace that suggested she was mourning a lover rather than a priest. She daintily dabbed at her eyes as Sister Patrice wailed a hymn, but her focus was elsewhere. She adjusted her push-up bra, hoisting her generous breasts upward the moment she caught her ex-boyfriend Rupert looking. She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive.

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Could I really become a completely different man in the bedroom just to keep her? But reading about it still wasn't enough. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I didn't want to look foolish. Something caught my eyes as I read the rest of the article. It looked like there would be a demonstration night for beginners at somewhere called “Onyx dungeons.” Weird name. Anyone could attend to watch, as long as they didn't touch anyone and didn't take pictures. I took a deep breath and contemplated it. Yup, I'm going. The next evening, I made my way over there. I was so freaking nervous as I sat in the back row. In the center of the room was a woman who wore nothing but high heels. The who I assume

I never planned to fuck my boss in the copy room. It started with a late-night deadline and a jammed printer. The building was almost empty at 9:47 p.m. Most of the floor lights were off. Only the emergency strips along the carpet glowed faintly, and the copy room at the end of the hall was the only place still bright. I was in there in my stockinged feet, blouse half-untucked, skirt twisted from hours of sitting, trying to clear a paper jam that refused to die. The machine kept beeping its angry little song. I was muttering curses under my breath when the door opened behind me.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

'She was walking on a busy street way back to her home. It was late evening yet it wasn't completely dark. To reach home as soon as possible she took a short cut that was abandoned for a while now due to some construction work going on. The ally was darker than the usual, she couldn't understand why in the would she chose such a creepy short cut? Yeah because if she was late the landlord may just ask her to find a new place to live? Sighing, walked ahead until she heard a creepy voice just behind her, she abruptly turned to see nothing. She was anything but calm, however, she thought it was just her imagination. She turned to walk forward when she saw a contour just an inch away from her. Sh