Disney Creepy Novels & Stories

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

My breathing was shallow and my steps were light, so I heard them. Two voices came from a room at the end of the hallway, urgent yet quiet. I crept closer, pressing myself into the darkness. "...he will survive this," Cruella growled. "He won't," said another, scathingly assured. "No one lives through the Dreadmoor." My blood turned to ice. The Dreadmoor? My heart thumped as I edged closer. Cruella spoke again, "What do you think will happen if he doesn't return? The pack will not—"

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Dracula takes Lucy’s hand. Lucy was scared of this creature, for sure. But that doesn’t mean she would easily comply. “But you are a monster! There will be no good, no God’s light for a creature like you!” Lucy tried to raise her voice, brushing her fears away, while trying to release her hand from his.

"Okay." Caraline smiled as she watched Deric attempt to climb into the wheelchair. As the man drove towards the kitchen, his laughter was suddenly present. "This is starting to get fun." Caraline turned to the television. The television showed a headless ghost with blood pouring out of it. "Oh my! How can people like horrible things like this movie? It makes me sick." Caraline covered her face with both hands. She didn't want to look at the television, but the movie still came through and gave her goosebumps. The woman scanned the surroundings, which were quiet and poorly lit.

Then I continue to search the clearing for a sign of the monster. Suddenly in the distance we hear an ear-piercing scream and we hear the loud footsteps of what can only be our first monster. It must have caught something because when it appears it has a large brown bag thrown over its shoulder and the bag keeps thrashing about. When the monster reaches the only log in the small clearing, it drops the bag into the ground. Then it sits down on the log and watches the bag with a hint of amusement. I look at Ash and whisper

“Just how you like me, Daddy “ I whispered, feeling my heart thud furiously beneath my chest. I saw Rael's lips curl up into something sinister, and felt his eyes turn darker–or perhaps it was my imagination? “You've been a bad girl, taking off your panties at work.” he said, his hands slowly wrapping around my waist. I could feel something was not right, I could feel his eyes staring at me like a predator. Why had his aura turned into something so dark? I shivered, this time, not from arousal but from fright. After all, this man was not just the most feared person in the city. He was frickin’ 13 years older than I am.

She was already getting some awful vibes back then and now this happened. "Man! I got chills." Alex pulled her jacket from one of her hands while carrying her phone on the other. She switched on her phone's flashlight and showed the goosebumps she just got. "Felix boi! Do you see that? Look! Look!" She quickly added, bringing forth her hand towards him. "I can see it, Sister Alex," he answered back softly. Even though Felix wasn't frightened at all, he couldn't help but agree that he did get some cold creeps when he heard that sound. In his case, it wasn't because of the word it said but because of the voice it had.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak