Disney Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Sunny shouts, Please leave me alone! " But the spirits pay no heed to her pleas; their whispers only intensify. Desperate, Sunny frantically searches for a way to escape the haunting presence, her heart pounding in her chest. Sunny gets off the couch and runs to the corner of the room, looking around while hearing eerie whispering. She's scared to move, fearing that any sudden change might provoke the spirits further.

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

That will be a surprise for when the Red One arrives. I continue barking out orders, directing acolytes and warriors to prepare the scene for the Crones’ arrival, as well as for the creatures that will come after to clean up. The rougarou. Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. The Honey Island Swamp Monster. The Grunch. Flatboat Annie. Letiche. All of them will take their share of the sacrifices. The persistent buzzing at the back of my mind from the coin grates on my nerves like an annoying fly. With a growl, I yank the chain from around my neck and hurl the coin across the room.

If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

They went into the dark, red-lighted room, filled with different stench as they strode in quietly and carefully, looking at the creepy scriptures. Suddenly, something horrific jumped out of nowhere with a funny, weird, and creepy sound, startling both of them as they both screamed. They ran out of the section only to be attacked by a group of half-headed, mutilated bodies and bloody-looking creatures. They screamed in fright, kicking them away as they ran through the creepy building that never seemed to end, coming across everything that could give them goosebumps and make their heart nearly jump out of their chests. By the time they were out of the building, they were both panting heavily,

She munched her sandwich with some questions started emerging in her mind. Frank giggled. “Don’t tell me that he is a vampire that living in the mansion behind your family land!” He shook his head and was aware that Sonya’s fantasies to some extent, were weird and too magical to be true. He remembered Sonya’s imaginative story about a vampire who was living in the old mansion behind her family land after they spent their time watching an old horror movie when they were teenagers.

Loosing control, he threw the glass of champagne against the wall, smashing it angrily into a million pieces. Frightened by the noise, Cinderella cried. " Royalty_ " " You seem to enjoy telling me lies, don't you? " He snarled. " Tiger and sniper! " Two fat reptiles crawled out hungrily to the big devil. They crept onto his laps, wrapping in full their fat bodies around his tattooed arm. Cinderella recognized the snakes. It was Funfun and dundun.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

Sensible wolves call it a lockout for a failure while the creative population has webbed a story of it being haunted by a serpent or a 'jinn'. As the wolves do not prefer things straight and simple, the webbed story was preferred over the boring one and the museum was called 'The Devil’s Tango' It can still give me goosebumps when I think about it...