Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

Cara didn't understand what she was feeling and continuously tried to shake the feeling. As she approached her best friend's house the cat dug it's claws into her and meowed in protest of being held. Instinctively, Cara let it go and huffed in frustration of having been scratched by the little thing. Shaking her head in annoyance, she watched as it ran over to the side yard and under a pear tree. Where it promptly sat on it's honches and started licking its front paw. Cara walked over to where it sat to retrieve it before knocking on the door to announce herself.

"Is it really this?" - Jasmine slept in her luxury penthouse at 3:00 a.m. Her left palm itched. She scratched, feeling sharp pain and stickiness. As she switched on the light, horror struck. Her scar had torn open. Bloody trails covered her bed. Worse, her left palm continued to itch. She called 911. - Lugh fell off his bed. His stomach hurt— he had scratched his surgical wound bloody. His heart raced, compelled to scratch. "The doctor! Call the doctor now!" he bellowed at his nurses, trying to fight the pain with mystique power.

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…

he says. "How long do you think she was trapped?" Drake asks, showing more compassion for the cat than I thought he would. "A few hours. She is dehydrated, and these injuries on her neck are fresh. Indeed, the cat has red marks on her neck after hours of struggle. "Will the scar on her face go away?" I ask. The doctor looks at me, his eyes softening. A flash of sadness from him transmits to me, but it's gone. "It may or may not," he answers. He inhales, " Some scars never heal. We accept them, learn to live with them, and look forward to the future with love. Every scar has a story, a story that makes oneself."

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.

I am stunned into silence as my head flips back and I feel like I had just gotten whiplash. I look at her and before I can stop myself, my claws are extending from my fingers, and they rake across her face. She screams, grabbing her cheek and looking at me with true fear in her eyes. “You will pay for this!” she screams as she runs out of the washroom.