Creepy Stuff Novels & Stories

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,

"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."

"It will take a lot of focus, and that's where the twist is." I announced. "What twist?" He stopped us. "We have moved quite deep into the cave and if there is a total black out without lights, we will release the crackens." I announced. "That sounds bad. What are crackens?" He asked me. "Let's just say that they are giant flesh eating insects that thrives in the dark and senses fear as their sense of mobility. They can't see but they are triggered to move towards your fear." I said. "Well, that's simple then. We do not need to off the torch. You will just cast the spell then."

Gabriel smirked at his thoughts and at the same time was mocking those normal beings. 'From this morning, why the hell am I feeling so itchy inside my heart, like an ant was crawling on the surface? Why? Fuck! Now it is irritating me,' Gabriel muttered. “Majesty, the carriage is ready, we should leave now. Harris cliff will only act when the fair is overcrowded.” “Hmm,” Gabriel nodded. ************ Far from the red river fair, too many bloody dead bodies were now jerking themselves. It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous.

“Well yes, Alex, it is what makes up a human. Look, you could do this with a simple sound, movie, or even a touch like a soft puppy, or smell of baby powder, or an annoying Sponge Bob song played on repeat.” “Marco, don’t dish Sponge Bob, you know you like the cartoons.” “Alex, grow up. You know I can't stand that voice.” “I know, I know. So what made you come across this anyway?” “I was in the old archives and revisited ancient relics and there was this one relic that reminded me of that “Door Knocker” my sister has on her door and it dawn on me I needed to examine things that trigger not that are chemical reaction. It could be something that disgusts or enhances a feeling.”

It was a whole can of worms that wasn't meant to be broadcasted to those who couldn't even handle their own shit without the threat of a complete societal collapse, let alone understanding the complexities that none of them would be able to understand on a rational level. It drained me even thinking about that. Tossing the file into my to-do bin, I grabbed a few more and sorted through them one by one. Figuring out my schedule for the rest of the month wouldn't be hard but judging by the new pile on my desk, as well as the ones already sitting in my bins, I was in for a long fall season. There was always something about this time of year that drove the supernaturals into a weird frenzy. With

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

criiiit . Something disgusting started to come out from inside the corpse's genitals. A black head, followed by pale skinny fingers that were mercilessly ripping apart the corpse's genitals. "Oh no!" Alif shouted while looking away. Couldn't bear to witness such a terrifying and utterly disgusting event. It's worse than zombies! In a few seconds, kuntilanak covered in blood came out of the corpse's body. The torn-mouthed Kuntilanak growled and walked closer to Alif. Continued