Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

It’s just like how I don’t like going to the dentist. “Are you liking your move so far?” Miss Redford, the cat owner asks, she’s very friendly and likes to talk. I don’t really mind so much as it fills the silences and I enjoy talking about crap as much as the next person. “So far it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.” I smile up at her and she grins wide. “Just ignore all the horror stories.” She laughs. I look up at her again. “Horror stories?” “Oh yeah.” She eagerly nods. “Wolves and kidnapping, it’s always been a little scary myth around here but that’s all it is.” She rolls her eyes. “Just old stories handed down in generations. No need to worry.”

What terrified the calico cat most was the fox's grin, its tongue lolling out. "Help!!" The calico cat screamed and turned to run. The fox gave chase, its sharp claws scraping against the debris, sounding like the harbinger of doom. The calico cat glanced back to see the fox pursuing her, Sheffield Castle collapsing in the background.

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.

Sonya answered calmly. “Did he see you got that scar?” Sonya inhaled. “Yes, I came to that mansion to help a cat that got lost! The cat scratched me because it was frightened!” “Did he suck your blood from that scar?” Sonya leaned her back on the chair, looking at Clayton as she stopped eating. “No! Why do you think that he wanted to suck my blood?” Sonya looked at Clayton and Auntie Caroline curiously in a swap. Both Auntie Caroline and Clayton didn’t answer her question other than continuing their dinner plates.

“She won’t get down, she hates walking. Excuse me, sir, may my cat ride your cow?” Geal just shrugged. The witch's cat walked back and forth, up and down my back as I walked. I just kept plodding along, trying not to flinch as it kneaded my backside with its claws. I pretended to be just another cow, then he bit my ear. Mooing, I shook my head hard. I refused to shift. I couldn’t risk it as the cat kept walking back and forth up my spine. When it started chewing on one of my horns, Scarlett reached out and swatted the cat off my neck. She patted my shoulder.

That was really awkward. We already crossed the half way of our destination and it was already noon suddenly I heard a loud shout of Helen exactly from my behind and within a second a large wild cat attacked me from my left side and I fell on the ground. The black wild cat was exactly on me ready to bite, its saliva was drooling over my right cheek and its two front legs were holding my two arms firmly. I even forgot to shout and was looking helplessly at its red eyes. My friends started shouting for help and they were continually throwing small stones towards it even Prof. found a dry branch and poked it with all his strength with that branch but all went in vain. It just growled towards th

As Riley leaned over, poised to pounce on his innocent victim, Scarlett grabbed at his hand. It wasn't just another excuse to touch him--the thought of him fighting was one thing but she didn’t want to see it. It made her stomach turn, giving her that same feeling as the time her neighbour’s cat had caught a bird in the bushes. The poor thing had squealed and flapped to no avail, and though she’d desperately wanted to save the poor little thing, her mother stopped her. It was just nature, she said, and it was kinder to let it take its course.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

I did not dare reach out to stop her. Her claws were very sharp, and she harbored deep resentment toward me. She would definitely scratch me badly. My cowardice gave her an opening to jump inside.