Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

You wouldn't dare focus on anything when your back was burning like a blazing fire. "Of course you don't care until they bit you," he told putting me one of the tarantula. Panic attacked me rapidly, I tried to struggle and shake my shoulders trying yo remove the animal of me. "Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo." The scorpion was walking on my bare breast then to my neck. The feeling of the tarantula's feet under my skin makes me tremble like no other. It feared my soul like hell. One bite, only one bite then I would be dead without me knowing it.

She didn't want to stay here a moment longer. While walking, Erica suddenly jolted, her eyes widening as she caught sight of a pair of eyes staring back at her. She couldn't discern the figure clearly, only the glowing eyes in the darkness, peering through thick bushes. Four eyes locked onto each other. At that moment, Erica felt numb, as if those eyes were hypnotizing her. The eyes were deep, vibrant green, shimmering like a small, sparkling lake. Like a puppet under a spell, she gazed blankly in that direction until suddenly, it emerged from its hiding place and lunged toward Erica with alarming speed. Panicked, on reflex, Erica let out a loud scream, shut her eyes, bowed her head, and cur

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

I miss Gina that she did nothing but scratch and sleep on the couches. -Don't worry… I back slowly until I hit a rack of practice clubs and don't have time to do anything when the animal jumps on my head. I fall to the ground and move quickly after screaming. —Get out, get out!— its claws scratch my shirt, tearing it and I turn on the ground to cover myself with my arms— Pa…

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

Charlene stared at the scar that goes from his forehead to his eyes and then to his jaw. It looked like someone scratched him since it looks like claw marks. “I was blinded by a werewolf when I was a child… I was just playing in the forest and lost my pals… night came and I could not go back. I ran and ran and ran… only to bump into a creature triple my size. It was a huge dog so I thought I could tame it,”

As Lindsay drove to the location of the sighting, she kept thinking about Cat's reaction to her question. Cat seemed unnerved by the thought of a creature in the area. For those who grew up in the Ozarks, stories about strange creatures and the supernatural were just something that you also grew up with. Lindsay had heard about ghosts, witches, strange animals, and happenings her whole life. She even enjoyed hearing new ones about different areas. That did not mean she believed all of them. She had seen and experienced things that she could not explain using traditional means. Lindsay still could not fully explain the call she had over six months earlier, which had led to her being injured a

Terrified, she screamed and grabbed a pillow to throw at it. The manul leaped at her and clamped its jaws onto her thigh. Before her parents arrived, it tore off a large chunk of flesh before escaping through the window. Raines was left badly injured and shaken. Her parents could hardly believe her story. As time passed, she grew more erratic and spent her days trapped in a fog of paranoia.

"You've got some sense. Get out of here—and stay far away. Come back, and I'll feed you to the crocodiles!" With less than an hour to the apocalypse, my three cats and I were ejected from our fully prepared home into the street. This was it. Our lives were truly over. I held one in my arms, strapped two to my back, and slunk along the streets, hiding wherever I could. Turning a corner, I ran into two people. Looking up, I saw my best friend, Vicky Ashford, and Dominic. They were arm in arm, walking three Tibetan mastiffs like nothing had happened.