Creepy Stuff Novels & Stories

She took the chewing gum out of the bag and put it in her mouth "My name is Nissa and nice to meet you Mr. Harry." "You're not human, so who are you?" He stuck to her word, not knowing how she knew him. "You just have to wait to find out. Just know that you are under my care from now on. Think a thousand times before touching any human being ... otherwise you will be responsible for the outcome," she said in a casual manner. It was as if he had been threatened.

The two were the ones leading the others in front so they moved forward to check what was happening. Whilst still inside the carriage, they could smell the stench of blood. Cheng Min felt her soul coming out of the body after taking a peek outside. She clenched the red curtains after seeing hundreds of dead bodies in the street. Those of men, the elderly, women and even young children.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Wherever I see him I'm bashing his fucking head with whatever I have. They dressed us in these over revealing lingerie, with a lace coat to cover nothing. “So this is how I end up? What if I end up with a gross old man.” The blonde girl said as she cried. The brunette girl patted her back to console her. The scary man who made me strip entered the room and we all tried covering up. He only smirked as he scanned us. “You fucking psychopaths, why would you do this to us? What did we do so wrong?” The blonde girl shouted.

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground. We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots. ‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’

What the fuck is he talking about? I yank away from him and turn, giving him a shove to put distance between us. “You are so creepy,” I tell him with distaste. “I thought you were a wolf, not a fucking bloodsucker,” I add more to my insults. He still smiles, turning into a chuckle. I have no clue why he thinks it’s amusing to be called a creep. Maybe they didn’t know what creep meant. “Did your ancestors tell you nothing about our kind?” Cree asks curiously.

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I know he’s conflicted, because Dorian told everyone in camp that the Azure crystal causes hallucinations. “Reeve, I…” Alaric’s words suddenly hang in the air. He stiffens, his nose flaring as he sniffs sharply, alert. I feel it too. A foul smell is approaching. It’s similar to the Blood Creeper, but even more nauseating. The stench isn’t coming from just one place. It spreads, as if something is rotting in large numbers nearby. “Get up, slowly, Reeve,” Alaric whispers, his tone cold and alert.

Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease. With each step closer, my heart hammered in my chest, and a sense of impending horror gripped me. Inside the transparent enclosure, I saw shapes that made my stomach churn and my skin crawl. They were once human beings, transformed through an experiment they never consented to. The mutation had distorted them into grotesque creatures that resembled the mythical werewolves of old tales. Their bodies were covered in thick, matted fur, their muscles bulging with unnatural strength. Their eyes, once filled with humanity, now glowed with an unsettling, feral light.