Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

'' Horatio turned back to Scarlet. ''No.'' ''Then when is her blood on this?'' He asked. Scarlet glanced at the ugly maid. "Why did you lie and say you saw me?" Scarlet questioned. "I'm talking to you!" Scarlet yelled when Tiffany didn't reply. ***** "Hi, there kitty." Lizzy smiled, picking up April by the skin of her neck. April hissed and clawed her arms. "You rotten little fleabag." Lizzy threw the cat into a nearby wall, then sent blasts of black energy balls at the cat.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

I was about to call her over to introduce her to Hailey but as I opened my mouth and turned to the girl, I noticed the panicked look on her face. Hailey All my thoughts came to an abrupt halt the moment that big cat stepped into the room and fear flowed through my veins. This might sound like and asshole thing to say, but me and the animal world don't get along. On my seventeen years of existence I'd been scratched, bitten and 'attacked' by every pet that's crossed me. Taylor's parakeet, my aunt's chihuahua, there also this one time when I was chased by a random Saint Bernard at the park... Every. Single. Animal.

This only meant one thing, I accidently tapped into dark magic. The severity of what I did was short lived, as a big paw wacked me, sending me crashing hard into a tree. Usually cats don't use that much force when they are hitting things. My back scraped against the tree leaving me stunned for a second to long because the cat was trying to tear my leg off before I could even stand. It's teeth were tearing at my leg causing me to scream in agony. "Bad snowy." I gritted out.

Stacy, the cat, runs away, and Kara and Nicole are shouting in the background. I can't see them. The raccoon hits me with a hand-like paw, and I'm out cold on the ground. Teeth tear my wings apart, and I scream at the agonizing pain traveling through my veins. "No, get away from me!" The raccoon doesn't listen. Its nose and teeth are inches from my skin, and its large head fills my entire view. Those eyes look evil in the moonlight, and I brace myself for death. Only, it never comes.

So Reno and Ethel hunt Tigers and birds every day for us. Finally, I can smile after so long! Everything’s going fine. But something really weird and scary happened with me today. I don’t know if I will be able to get a reply from you both, but I’m still writing this to let you know. A girl named Bonny Markham approached me today morning, and I happened to accidently touch her hand. I thought it would be all normal, but then I saw into her head, a girl dying before my eyes, she was killed by another lady in red silk dress. I thought it was just a nightmare that Bonny had, but when i met the rest of them at the forest, I accidently touched Catty’s hands, and it was scary that Bonny Markham’s

I looked at him intently as he spoke. “My mom and I were on the market. She was talking and having business with this lady. I saw a cat. As a curious 5-year-old, I followed the cat not remembering where I went. It started raining and I had the thought of picking up the cat.” “I was worried so I picked him up but he got mad. He bit and scratched me. I screamed, cried, and threw him. Scratches and blood are covering my arm. He was about to run towards the other side of the street when a car hit him. Blood was scattered all over the road. It was like a hit and run.”

I shifted the phone a little bit so Kitty can see his face. "Tripping on a playground is not a cool story." I bit my lip trying to smile as my baby frowned at Wilder. "It's better than sleepwalking and hitting your head on the door, but I tell people I got it from saving my friend in middle school." He points at a faint scar on his forehead. "No one is allowed to know, it's our secret," Wilder whispers as my Kitty starts laughing. "I won't tell anyone." She whispers too, with a beautiful smile on her face.

Every time I came home, it would jump onto my lap and purr without stopping. Sure enough, an orange cat soon emerged from the bushes. "Tangy?" I crouched down and held out my hand. It stared at me warily without moving closer. "Come here," I said softly, shifting a little forward. "Don't you remember me anymore?" Suddenly, it arched its back. Its fur stood on end, and it let out a low, warning hiss. Before I could react, it lunged at me and scratched me, drawing a line of blood across the back of my hand.

I wanted a getaway from my busy life… thanks to Keith. But then my fear started taking the shape of reality. The first night, I took her virgi*nity was the most beautiful night of my life. My virgin kitten had turned me into a crazy man who could not get enough of her. But the very next morning she got bitten by a snake. I tried to shake off this weird feeling that was settling in the pit of my stomach. No, I might be imagining it. That could not be true. Until the second accident happened. Luckily, she survived this one too but then I received a call from granny.