Disney Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

Sleepy, I glanced at her with half-open eyes and whispered, "Don't bother me, I have to work tomorrow." She laughed, lay down next to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "Let me tell you a story." I didn't think, "Don't." She giggled, "The last one about the little crocodile looking for his mum ......" I turned my head and covered her mouth, "Stop it." After saying this, I seemed to hear her answering me, and then seemed not to, already sleepy to unconsciousness, I do not know whether she told that story or not, after all, this foreign little crocodile is not related to me, how can not hear how he found his mother.

“I know I know. Now kiss me already, and let’s finish what we started.” He shakes his head but eagerly obliges. Right before his lips touch mine, the ground rumbles and a scream rips through the air. I flinch and my spine shudders with the strangeness of the sound. The scream is long and wet and grating, like an insect is screaming. I clap my hands over my sensitive ears till it dies down and when it does, the entire of Lyria is silent as a tomb. I look out the window, towards the castle and the mountains behind it. The screams come from the caverns underneath the mountains. Sometimes they are roars, screeches, howls. Each of the sounds are terrible and filled with pain, and no one knows wha

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.

dearie~' 'What a big nose you have!' 'The better to smell you with... my dear~' 'What big teeth you have, grandmamma!' 'The better... to eat you with my dear!' The grandmother leapt at the little girl and devoured her, shrieking and all, taking her very soul~ Oh Laurence~ There's a reason they tell fairy tales to children! I'm going to gobble you up Laurence! Till there's no more!" I heard Calix laughing evilly as he sung it out at me and the body's head slowly turned, it's blank eyes looking up at me with a look of horror on it's face. I screamed and tumbled away from the body, getting to my feet quickly and ran for it, yanking to get free of the straight jacket. I heard stilettos clicking

A laugh threatened, fonder this time. "Yes," she insisted. "Not the 'you're about to have a panic attack so I'm going to shove you in a study' tour. A real one. I want to know where I am. Where I can do. Where I shouldn't. What doors lead to creepy places... with creepy things." "Creepy things?" I arched a brow. Savannah pointed at the ceiling as if the house walls could listen. "This place is full of wolves and magic and... and... telepathic group chats! I'm allowed to assume there are creepy things."

Not to mention the mosquitos were like dive bombers, causing me to keep my hood up and the hoodie on despite the heat and humidity. My father had told me some wild stories about monsters that walked like men but had the claws and head of a wolf. He said they were the protectors of the swamp, of the vast expanse of the bayou. Creatures of magic and nature combined and bound into the soul of a man and a wolf, cursed and blessed in the same breath. He also had stories of old Creole witches who still lived in shacks deep in the vast depths of the swamp.

Selene shook her head and smiled sadly, “It sounds to me like you already know that one pretty well.” “What about the one where the moonbeams shine into the pretty girl’s eyes and she can’t see that the man she wants to marry is really a mean, sneaky werewolf in his human disguise?” Selene shivered as the darkness of the forest seemed to close in around them. She’d rather walk in silence to keep her dwindling senses attuned to the sounds of the forest and it’s creatures, but her little wolf wasn’t going to stay quiet today. “How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightma

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.