Creepy True Crime Stories Novels & Stories

She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in. Creek lake is named after a certain family. A man, to be precise. Mr. John Creek. He was a businessman, who had moved into a house on third street, along with his wife and two kids. Though his line of business was known by his family alone, all could see that he was very successful. He would give to the poor and help out the town whenever he could. On his way to a friend's house one day, he stumbled upon a lake and after a while, Mr. John Creek moved into a cottage on the street closest to the lake. He moved into the cottage on fam street alone. The towns people questioned his actions but he would always describe t

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. Everyone had wanted to see the 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Keegan said through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, Keegan, I really didn’t think much about it. A server was just telling me about her tables in passing a few weeks ago. They were a group of old-timers, vampires, passing through. I did a walk-by and checked on them. All seemed normal. You know how they are though, so dramatic and serious at the same time.” As Terry spoke, Keegan’s eyes finally returned to normal. He waved his hand, telling her to get to the point. Happy he was finding his balance again, she continued, “Nothing out of the ordinary, but they were telling one of the guys that was with them a story. Between both me and the server, we both thought they were just trying to freak out

He swung one long leg over the bike and walked toward me through the downpour, with water streaming off his black leather jacket and helmet. My heart pounded so hard that I could even feel it in my throat. I began to remember every horror story I had heard about strangers on dark roads, wondering if I was about to meet some kind of horrific fate. What if he was a serial killer? Were they going to find my body on the highway? Or probably in some water filled ditch after weeks of searching? Despite the fear and the haunting thoughts, I rolled the window just enough to hear him over the rain.

“Now you’re scaring me.” “TV is a wonderful thing. Dogs love antifreeze. Clarence likes his alcohol. I slip it into his drink. It doesn’t take much. He’ll be drunk before he feels the effects of the antifreeze and he may confuse the initial symptoms with being drunk.” “What has TV got to do with this?” “I watched a true crime story of a woman who killed several husbands with it. I think the humans didn’t catch on until she failed to kill her fourth husband.” “Humans are insane to give out this information to others.” Nathan was horror-struck, but if it could work…

“You disrespect the dead. Do you even care what will happen to you?” Their shouts and curses rained on me, but I never believed in ghosts or spirits. I refused to give up. After that, I poured every ounce of skill I had into the autopsy for every case, determined to prove myself. Yet every time, Yvette always beats me to it, exposing the truth first. Eventually, families who feared autopsies saw me as a desecrator of the dead. They accused me of “defiling” the victims’ bodies, kidnapped me, brutally dismembered me, and left my remains in the wilderness.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?