Disney Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

A mouth full of teeth capable of rending a wolf i n two. A wendigo. These stories were to be legends. Tales to frighten puppies. However, this time it was very, very real. And it was looking straight at me.

“The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.” Uh, so it’s one of those stories. Boogieman tales meant to frighten little kids into submission, and if they rebelled, the lock ness monster will slink out of the lake and gobble them up. Like when did stories like that ever work? And this, lost heirs, wreaks of urban legend. “I must go, much to prepare for the banquet this evening. Be good, children.” She rotates around and hastily exits my room and closes the door behind her with a soft click.

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

And the loudest warning of them all was; "Do not trust any friendly stranger with pretty eyes." It had been these way for decades, centuries even. Every single child in the town grew up hearing these stories. Unlike other cities where their bedtime stories centers on royal fantasies, and fairies, the bedtime stories they listened to was filled with horror. It was the stories of wolves with glowing eyes, and the shadowy figures that lured you into the trees, only for your screams to echo back hollow, and unanswered. Though the stories had believable theories, not everyone readily believed them. Some called them folklores wrapped in superstition. Some believed they were old stories, made up to

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Daisy continued, "Off something high, I don't know what a building maybe. There were things below, not people. Something wrong with them Moving wrong sounds wrong.” Sera's blood went cold. "What kind of things?” she asked carefully, already knowing the answer before Daisy said it. "I don't know how to describe them," Daisy said. "Like they used to be people but weren't anymore. Rotting Snarling, I've never even seen a movie with anything like that, Sera. I don't understand where my brain even got that image from.” Sera kept her expression carefully still even as everything inside her went tight and cold.

Joila bickered. "Don't mind her," I told my friends. "Let's go to the museum tomorrow, someone told me that they might show the golden fang, do you know about that?" My attention was fixed on Denarie. Others did not care about what she said. "That story is not true, what I know is that, the wolves used to spread it to scare the witches and vampires," said, Joila. "I'll come with you," I answered, absentmindedly. Maybe this is my chance to learn about that thing again. Madame Gardenia told that is not true but why the organizers show it in the museum if it is only a story?