Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

He exclaimed as if he had just seen a monster. I arched an eyebrow at him, “What is it?” “Who gave you that nasty scratch on your face and the side of your neck?” He asked and then grinned knowingly. “What sort of wild cat did you pick up tonight? I thought you forbade ladies from scratching your body with their nails.” He squinted at me. “And jeez! Those don’t even look like they were done by nails, but rather claws!” I frowned and downed the hard liquor I poured into a glass in one gulp. “It’s a long, long story, Jake. Let’s just say I had a rough one for the night.” I said flatly.

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.

"Any chance we could talk this out?" My new tiger friend doesn't give me enough time to react before launching himself at me. Claws make contact with my stomach, ripping the fabric and making me tumble backward. A scream burst from my mouth. I can feel my skin growing hot as blood trickles down my jeans. Never in my entire life have I been severely injured. I pulled a girl's hair back in third grade, and she sucker-punched me, but that was nothing compared to the open wound on my stomach. Wincing in pain, I move to the trees, closing my eyes when the roaring werecat punches me in the gut. There are no claws this time. Still, I fall flat onto my back with all oxygen leaving my lungs—this guy

'How cruel! She was slowly recovering from the shock when she felt something moving on her nape. And then there were various pairs of legs tickling her sensitive skin. She froze. But when she felt it crawling towards her ears, that's when she flinched and let out a horrifying scream as she slap it off away. And the thing fell to the spot where the light from the fire had reached. It was a huge centipede, just as the size of the thumb on her feet. As she watched it crawl away while holding her chest, she realized what she had done. But it was already too late.

"You look like you got caught in a cat fight and we don't have cats. " I sigh, washing my face with water from the tap, moving to tap dry it with the towel. I was still trying to understand whether what I saw last night was actually real, the only thing that proved I hadn't been dreaming was the numerous scratches that lined my face from the tree branches I'd ran into. How am I supposed to tell my best friend that her story was true? The same story we had both claimed never to believe in. I mean, my mind could have been playing tricks on me. A red moon, big mutt- bear things. Come on, no one would believe my story. "I fell down the stairs, " I finally say moving past her exiting the bathroom

The scattered bones of those skeletons are burning badly in the ground in front of us, and some have already turned to ashes. I don't know how it happened, but I was able to zoom in on our surroundings again. I was flabbergasted by what I saw, and a loud gasp escaped from my lips. The cat seemed to notice my tension as it let out chittering sounds. It took me a moment to realize that the idiot was making fun of me. My face flushed with embarrassment, which prompted me to slap the creatures on my shoulder. However, the idiot snatched my clothes and plunged his dangerous teeth into my skin in the process.

The boy set the cat on the ground, desperate to get his grandmother's attention. As he took his first step, he accidentally stepped on the cat's tail. The cat hissed aggressively, jumped on the boy's exposed thigh, scratching and biting him. Red marks, with a bit of blood visible, appeared on his thigh as he cried out in fear, making the cat stop. "Oh my God, sweetie, are you okay?" The woman rushed to check his scratches. Little Rhea watched, concerned, her eyes on the cat. Surely they'd scold it.

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

It slid into a silver bowl, yelped as hot soup splashed its side, and in its panic slashed wildly. Its claw dragging a gash across my throat up to my jaw. I stumbled back, pain blazing. Screams erupted around me as servants scattered. Rita lunged forward, trying to grab the frenzied animal. “Whose damned beast is this!”Rita roared. My hands were shivering, not only at the warm blood streaming against my skin, but also at the sight of this massive cat; it scared me to death even more.