Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

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.

They believed Ann to be in the dark alley and will soon emerge from the treacherous dark alley to hunt her prey. She raised her leg to take a step but was startled by a sudden thudding sound. Her heart raced. The thudding sound came from behind the dumpster ahead. She flashed her torchlight and focuses her gaze on the dumpster. A loud hiss escaped her lips as her torchlight flashed on a black innocent cat. “It’s just a cat,” she glanced at her colleague with relief. “I don’t think so,” her colleague glanced at her with fear in his eyes. Before he could say, “It’s not just a cat,” the cat pouched on him and scratched his eyes with its claws.

JUNE June didn't exactly hate cats but she didn't like them either. Plainly put she was scared of them. John had told her a made-up story about a cat right out of a horror movie when she was young. And now as a functioning adult in society, she couldn't get near cats, which was a pity because cats were really cute beings. "It's just a cat, June," Ollie said from behind her. "What if it scratches my eyes out," June whispered. "What if it scratches my intestines out?" She grimaced at the mental image, shaking her head to dispel the thoughts.

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.

She keeps a close eye on everything but the experiment for me to keep me focused. "Meow..." A young cat's cry came from under the window. "Looks like there's a cat out there?" I said without looking up. I, out of the corner of my eye, saw Carolina walking toward the window, but I didn't care. I was staring intently at the changes in the petri dish until I heard a shrill cat cry. I raised my head and saw Carolina fall backwards to the ground. Her arm was oozing blood, and the cat that had scratched her had fled the window.

I could hear sound of different animals, but it didn't move me an inch, not until a loud roar hit my ears sending goosebumps all over my body. It was a hungry cougar, an enemy to wolves. If it ever gets me, then I'll be devoured. With the little strength in me, I stood up to take off again, but I felt a deep scratch on my back that caused me to scream aloud before falling to the floor.