Creepy Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

The words written there looked rushed, almost messy, like whoever wrote them was confused and scared. “Why do I feel different from humans?” “Why do I crave blood?” “Why do I feel like tearing human flesh apart?” “Why do I feel like an animal?” “Why is it that anytime I see the full moon, my whole body starts vibrating?” “Why do I wake up feeling like I went somewhere… like I fought someone… like I ate humans?” The last line was written bigger than the others. “What am I?” The moment my eyes finished reading those words, the book slipped from my hands.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

me, has spied I move away, from where I hide, Shhhhhh be quiet, My legs are heavy, I slowly stepped, you escorted, up I crept tears I wish, that I had wept, I move my hand, away are swept, no way for me to leave, get out, they'd never hear me scream & shout trudging on with wary doubt, I bite my lip, I moan & pout, in every step, as I grow brave, climbing up, a darkened grave, with every step, my soul to save, Very dramatic poet, emmmm thanks, read on, I reach the top in my suspense, ahead I say, in my defense, sorry if you're feeling tense, It's alright, I open up the door ahead, filling me & you with dread, dragging knuckles, telluric bed, I look, in horror, shrilling, ....shrieking a glow

An unsettling silence settled upon them, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of their boots against the rock. As they neared the center, the air grew thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. An oppressive sense of dread clawed at Maya's heart, whispering doubts into her soul. Images flashed through her mind – grotesque creatures born of darkness, whispers insidious and seductive, a chilling loneliness that promised oblivion.

A faint, unearthly mist creeps across the ground, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch the living, as if death itself was reclaiming the land. The trees, once green and vibrant, now stand as skeletal sentinels, their branches like bony fingers reaching towards the sky. The wind whispers an unsettling melody, a haunting dirge that seems to warn of impending doom. In this ominous hour, the shadows come alive, twisting and writhing like living darkness. The very fabric of reality seems to be unraveling, and the whispers of the unknown are a chilling reminder that something ancient and evil lurks just beyond the edge of perception.

The copper armor faded away. Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital. Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin. “She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?” Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red. > “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”

Amber says. Still baffled, I ask, "If the other had taken the dare. You would have never accepted them, right?" She smirked, and my eyes dilated. "So are you brave enough to take on this dare, Jaylee?" Amber ask. I say nothing, waiting for her to tell me what it is. "I dare you, Jaylee Simpson, to kiss the first male you see outside this gymnasium." Her blue eyes focus attentively on me, and her tongue seductively moves with each word.

Monsters ----------------------- June 5th and 6th, 1985 - The Cabin "What kind of bad dreams?" "Promise...promise not to think I'm weird? Or make fun of me?" "I promise." "O...ok. So, it's like that night? Except I'm older, and I'm walking out to the rock with...with someone. I'm scared, but I trust them. It's the things. Those eyes! They're all around us, and they keep touching me, brushing against me. I can't see them but I feel their cold fingers pass through my clothes and I know...I know that if they take me, I'll die. I'll die afraid and cold and alone."