Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

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

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?"

she try to say something when someone come from behind . "CAT" he hoot in her ear and she jumped in her spot before turning with a flash of light. Her big bambi eyes look at them scared when the cat from basin get up and lick her arm. A loud scream with a barrel of laugh echoed in the room. She is continously screaming jumping on her spot making the cat closed her ears with her tiny paws . Finally when her throat give up she stop coughing a little. She look up only to find the two devils standing closing their ears and when she turn around the cat look at her with done expression. And now she know she got pranked.

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

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.

Let's give our boys a snack. I backed up, shaking. Was I really about to get ripped apart before the zombies even showed? Their teeth were huge. This was gonna hurt. The dogs lunged like they got the memo. Barking. Charging. Dylan clapped. "That's it! Tear him up!" Jaws wide. The stink of blood hit me. My legs locked. Nowhere to run. I shut my eyes. That's when the cats woke up.

I reach out to pet it, to maybe show it that I am friendly. Its teeth pops through every layer of skin on my arm as he chomps his jaw around it. A high-pitched scream litters the forest, causing the crickets to silent. The beast thrashed my arm, throwing me to the dirt. Stinging pain filters through my arm. He had to hit my bone. Before I have time to process, the beast was thrown off me I heard a thud and then a faint whimper as the rustling behind me got even closer. Did Kate find me?