Creepy Writing Prompts の小説・ストーリー

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

But Gretchen’s barking intensifies, and I can feel a chill creeping up my spine as I stare unblinkingly at the window, feeling like someone or something is watching me from beyond. Squinting, I peer directly at the glass but see nothing. Yet Gretchen’s incessant barking tells me otherwise. Desperate for answers, I shift my position until the sunlight pierces through and illuminates the glass from behind, revealing a cryptic message etched in the condensation. I grab a pen and frantically scribble down the words on the back of a nearby picture, my hands shaking with fear and urgency.

10. I cowered against the stairway, shaking. The hand clutching my lighter with a white-knuckled grip jittered, throwing its faint orange light over their withered faces. Lips peeled back from white, jutting teeth. Blind eye sockets stared, stopped up by crusty dead matter. Wispy cobweb hair—what remained—clung to skulls sheathed in tight, leathery flesh. Mouths gaped wide in silent screams.

Behind us, a primordial void swirled, drawing closer with a low, churning roar and a chorus of eerie, echoing voices. As the darkness loomed, Kaida’s desperation turned to agony. She couldn't speak, but her eyes began to weep thick, visceral blood. A horrific shriek tore from her throat as the void finally eclipsed us. Thousands of pale, skeletal fingers began to erupt from her open mouth, clawing their way into the world. I jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was startled to find Kaida sitting up, her gaze fixed directly on me.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

The wood creaks under its weight, the sound breaking the oppressive silence. The trolley wheels squeak as they roll past again, and I glance over my shoulder. The librarian glides by, her face impassive, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She seems to float, her movements eerily smooth, her presence more ghostly than human. A shiver crawls up my spine. Creepy.

I will make sure you gasp for air and beg for your life, scream and see the light,missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy,backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor,in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall. I will make sure you have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering,body numbing experience. I will snatch your soul till your cold body lay lifeless on my bed,never step a foot in this room”.

Then the visions started to become unclear and muddled. Within rivers of blood, the creatures surrounded their victims and made no disguise of their intent. Their dead, flat eyes flashing in tortured excitement at the fear they could smell. They had toyed with their prey. Then blindness “You are seeing visions, aren’t you?” Hattie asked smirking At that moment, as if someone switched on a light switch, Summer’s mind was knocked with flashing images ferocious creatures that looked like werewolves but much creepier propelled through her mind.

after a while, Grim Reaper handed me papers and a pen it quickly disappears without a trace now that I have the paper, what I want to write seems to be vanish from my brain “It’s hard to write when the paper is already here in my hand”. I just scratch my head while thinking Minutes passed, I still have not getting started “waaa!! what should I write? My whole being is very anxious!!!” “Dear Mary Ann, you’re pretty..., wait, I look like a maniac.” one more “Dear Mary Ann, I watch you every day..., wait why do I look like a stalker?”