Creepy Things To Say Novels & Stories

this may be a fateful twist but by the gods I have been kissed sorry but your aim, it missed I know that I look a witch as I move my nose & give a twitch but my dear, I pulled a switch I raise my hands, I curse your words as spirits cry, my voice, is heard I bind you here, your soul I gird, I cast a spell, hogtie your feet take a bite, it's really sweet yes my dear please have a treat do you mind, if I have a seat? I call my spoon, my kettle stirring, as he speaks, the words are spurring, I laugh aloud, as kitty's purring, supernatural events, occurring, as caldrons bubble, broomsticks fly, & Frankenstein went walking by, his Mummy gives a wistful sigh, Your look of shock, a priceless one, l

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

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.

"Wow, i didn't know there were so many supernatural creatures" "There are more but i don't think they're all here". "Why are those places dark?", she asks. "Creatures that shouldn't be seen are there, especially those that kill with a glance". "Like the basilisk?". "Yes and also the gorgons, qalupalik, manticore, grootslang and so on". Someone walks up to the one of the judges and whispers something, then the judge walks up to the chairperson and whispers something in his ear.

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

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.

“You are mine.” “I know, I know…” he said those words to me before, but they didn’t make sense until now. A lot of things suddenly made sense, and nothing in this entire world made sense anymore. “Are other creatures real?” I asked. “Creatures?” “Yeah, you know, like…from the movies.” “Vampires, elves, nymphs, demons, witches…all real.” “Have you met any?” Troy roared as he laughed. “Since when are you so talkative?”

"The tale said you can fuck very well" The beast let out a low, throaty laugh, a sound that sent a thrill through me. "Is that so?" it rumbled, taking another step closer, its presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "And what makes you think that's true?" I bit my lip, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks as I met its gaze. "Well, the tales all said the same thing," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "That you're... well, that you're incredible."

"Eyes." Despite the discomfort traveling up my spine, I laugh. "An alpha who gets upset reading about dead bodies? That's new." Blake is rubbing his eyelids. "Dude, missing eyes is creepy as fuck. Anything eye-related makes my skin crawl." Laughter burst through my lips, and I fake a creepy, wicked voice, pretending I'm an old witch. "I will come for your eyes, Blake—when you least expect it, I will poke out your eyeballs and eat them for dinner!"

The entire place was empty and as he pulled me into the elevator, I couldn't help but voice out my opinions. "Not to add this on the top of all the cliché you're sporting, but, did you bring here so you could kill me? I'm warning you, Stone. If I end up dead today, I'm never gonna let you breathe in peace. They say ghosts have superpowers. I'll use all of mine to summon all the vile, creepy creatures and deposit them in your cute body. Permanently. And you know what I'd put the most on your body? Giant, creepy spiders. The hairy, eight legged ones. In fact, I think I would be able to find some ten-legged ones as well. So be aware, Stone." He smirked at me. "So you think my body is cute, huh?