Horror Scary Cat Novels & Stories

he frowned. “Well, yeah. I was just testing if you were bluffing.” I said with a smile, to which he quirked an eyebrow while I responded with a shrug. “Any werewolves afraid of spiders?” I asked hopefully. “No!” everyone replied in unison, some shaking their heads. “Pity. I was hoping to catch someone screaming like a girl. I could record it and watch it on gloomy days so I wouldn’t feel miserable here.” “You feel miserable?” Kate asked, concerned.

The sound of the giant scissors was a deep, metal groan that vibrated in my teeth. Snip. Snip. The shadow on the wall was getting bigger, blocking out the white lights of the hallway. The Director was coming, and he wasn’t bringing a camera. He was bringing the end of the world. "Mommy, this way!" the black cat shouted. Its three tails whipped through the air like lashes. It jumped off the Rewriter’s head and landed near a heavy iron floor grate.

He frowned and crouched before the cat. "You scared me, Lucas," he said, stroking the frightened cat. He noticed that the cat was staring over his shoulder in fright. His heart began to race as he slowly stopped stroking the cat. In a swift move, he turned to fire at the person behind him, but the gun was knocked out of his hand. A chill coursed through his spine as his eyes met the most terrifying red glowing eyes he had ever seen. His mouth fell open, but no words came out. He was utterly astonished and confused.

Is he scared to sleep alone? "Look, I am not kidding... Those two... " Jeremy held her arm and Jacques looked at him. "...they hump like teenagers in heat all the time and Scar...she's loud... like really loud! You know her nickname is Kitty, right? She really makes cat-like noises...I'm not kidding!" he added, seeing her unimpressed face. "I know! I've heard it!" "Why were you listening?" Jacques asked with her face scrunched up in disgust. "That's a weird hobby you have... listening to your friends...Do you just listen or...eww!"

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

A long and low scream rang from her lips, evolving into a screeching yowl as her sister went from woman to ? "Holy freakn' cat!" Ruth scrambled back as the golden jaguar paced in her direction, blue eyes, uncanny, the large teeth frightening. "Oh damn. Oh damn. Don't eat me." She scooted on her butt across the floor. The jaguar stopped stalking her and flopped to the floor, then, chin down, it crossed its forelegs over its head and hid its eyes.

“It scared me in the middle of the night!” One of the men spoke with great displeasurement, only to be teased by his comrades. “A fat cat can even scare you like this. If a fat cow comes over, won’t you be scared to death?” The previous guy was upset. He stared daggers at the white cat. Suddenly, he raised his hand and shot a hidden weapon towards the white cat, wanting to kill it for embarrassing him once. If that was just an ordinary white cat, it would definitely die. Unfortunately, it was the cat demon, Whitey.

“Don’t worry about it, please. Just come to work early tomorrow, please?” She nodded slowly. “Okay. Let’s watch a horror film!” My eyes narrowed at her. “You like scary movies?” She grinned and nodded proudly at me. “Duh? Who doesn’t like scary films?” “W-well…” I shrugged and cleared my throat as I continued browsing on a random website. I cringe as gory film posters greeted my eyes after I clicked on the horror genre. Juno scooted closer to me, watching my moves like a curious cat. I glared at her before pushing the laptop back to her lap.

Sandra whsipered harshly. "Huh. Are you scared of him now? He seems tall." Catherine sneered. "And an athlete, one punch and you're dead." Sandra slowly turned to face her, Catherine sniffles a laugh at her terrified expression but then slowly she smirked. "Are you kidding me? Nobody hurts my Cathlyn!"

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull