Short Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

Makikita sa loob ang mga characters na tulad ng mag-ina sa The Grudge, Sadako sa The Ring, mga samurai, ghoul sa Tokyo Ghoul at iba pa. Ang ikalawang palasyo ay Filipino-inspired. Isang mala-kaharian ng engkanto sa gitna ng gubat kung saan makikita ang mga engkanto, kapre, duwende, maligno, aswang, at kung anu-ano pa.

And it’s already had a taste . Tales from The Lake Vol.1 anthology—Remember those dark and scary nights spent telling ghost stories and other campfire stories? With the Tales from The Lake horror anthologies, you can relive some of those memories by reading the best Dark Fiction stories around. Includes Dark Fiction stories and poems by horror greats such as Graham Masterton, Bev Vincent, Tim Curran, Tim Waggoner, Elizabeth Massie, and many more. Be sure to check out our website for future Tales from The Lake volumes.

“I know it sounds farfetched, but they were werewolves or something like that. There was also a woman vampire there. She was so beautiful that she mesmerized me while she drank blood from my wrist.” “Your wrist?” Jim asked with amusement. “I thought they went for the throat.” “You said you’d keep an open mind,” Chloe barked. Jim shrugged and raised his hands from the steering wheel, leaving only his wrists to hold it steady. “I’m trying, but you have to admit it’s pretty sci-fi.” “I think that if you spent a week locked up in that laboratory with those lunatics and were forced to do and see the things that I was forced to do and see, you might accept this story a little better,” she said

A ghoulish creature of my own making. I'd wake up, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Whenever I'd blink, I'd see her. See this spidery monster in the dark corners of my room. I felt saturated all over, thinking it was her blood. A thick red ink encircling me in a sickly warmth. Flicked my light on only to see it wasn't blood at all. I'd be dripping with my own sweat. The creature in the corner was only a pile of unfolded laundry. I couldn't even wear her earrings, so they sat on my dresser. Untouched.

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

Georgia bit her lip and she squeezed her legs together. It's such a shame that he was totally her type. And it's even more shameful if it won't function anymore. Her slutty mind didn't even mind riding him with a condom on. Zombies can infect people by their saliva, but there isn't any proof that they can also infect people by their sperm. "I... I will have to touch you, Mr. Morr. Again, this is only my job." She told the man who only let out a snort, as if he didn't believe what she said.

The swollen head looked angry and ready, glistening as he positioned himself to plunge into whichever tight, begging hole he chose first. The air crackled with filthy, electric anticipation... mother and daughter still on their knees, breasts heaving and shiny, pussies dripping and aching emptily, both of them shamelessly begging to be filled and used.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

“I’m still here in the office. Please, help me—Ah!!!” My voice shattered into a scream as the knocking intensified, a frenzied barrage that made the walls tremble. I dropped the phone, my heart racing, each beat like a drum echoing in the void of my terror. Desperation drove me to the peephole. I peered through, my breath catching in my throat. The figure outside was a ghastly silhouette, a skeletal shape creature that I’ve never seen before. It was neither human nor wolf, but something far worse—a creature from the myths stories that I only heard. It was just a rumor about this… black creature. It’s impossible to see one living species like now!

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.