Creepy Things To Say Novels & Stories

A laugh threatened, fonder this time. "Yes," she insisted. "Not the 'you're about to have a panic attack so I'm going to shove you in a study' tour. A real one. I want to know where I am. Where I can do. Where I shouldn't. What doors lead to creepy places... with creepy things." "Creepy things?" I arched a brow. Savannah pointed at the ceiling as if the house walls could listen. "This place is full of wolves and magic and... and... telepathic group chats! I'm allowed to assume there are creepy things."

“Spirits. Gods. Monsters. Things you don’t accidentally doodle on a cereal box.” Rain let out a low whistle. “And here I was thinking they’d just seen a new horror movie and got inspired.” “Rain,” I warned. “I’m just saying,” he held up his hands, “one day it’s shadowy visions and now it’s prehistoric demon hieroglyphics—” “They’re not creepy,” I snapped, smacking him lightly in the back of the head. “Ow! Rude. I didn’t say they were creepy, I said the demon graffiti was creepy.”

The voice of Chuck quivered last second before he finished his sentence. “Oh, yeah, I certainly agree with that. Oh, my God. Now it gives me chills!” I flared out thee minute it sunk in to me that what Chuck meant was more creepier than what I had expected. “I hate it when this scenario turns into The Purge, or A Quiet Place, or The Squid Game, or Don’t Breath. Shit! It’s scary like hell,” I reacted.

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

“Things?” “Yes,” he hissed. “I don't call them people. I don't even call them animals. They are things, unfeeling, destructive things. And as I was saying, those things don't play by the rules. You can’t bribe them, You can’t negotiate. They have power and influence all around the fùcking globe.” “If you kill one, ten more come crawling like cockroaches. They feed on blood, burn everything in their path, and leave only chaos in its wake.”

“Make my day and dance with me?” A soft chuckle, “is that the best line you’ve got?” “It is from being brain dead after staring at this beauty for a long time.” He spoke with his eyes. A young girl’s naive blush, “that’s creepy.” “I’d be creepy as much as you need if it makes you light up like the sun.”

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

All I did was look at her and recalled the creepy night “There's… a beast here… a vampire” I blurted out, dragging the sheets up and covering up to my neck. This was scary, there was a beast down there, a vampire.

I shivered and glared at this woman I had stupidly thought to be my friend. “Your first task is tomorrow that is if you want it and if you don’t let’s just say we would be happy to send you on your way to meet your dear Heavenly Father. We believe strongly in freedom and choices around here so you have a choice in the matter little miss gullible, it’s either you do what I want or you die.” Leanor said with a creepy smile on her face. There is nothing anyone can tell me, I’m sure this bitch escape from a mental institute or a haunted dolls museum, she’s just so creepy, like a mix of Harlequin from birds of prey and Annabelle from the conjuring.

Jules promised. "Stupid." Denver reacted sparingly to Jules. "Damn, confirmed! He just talked! He might be poisoned!" OA reaction of Jules that Denver just mocked. "They are not ordinary." Cayden suddenly promised. We looked at it. "I can feel it. Something is not right here in this temple." With that phrase, fear started to crawl into my skin. Why does he have to say that? Does he know how creepy that sounds? "Something is not right. Those freaking ghost talks." My groin.