Short Spooky Stories Novels & Stories

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

His face was covered with a handkerchief and her arms are crossed under his chest. Mara was about to approach him when she suddenly felt chills down her spine. It's as if something is pushing her back, preventing her to take a step closer. Her lips parted the moment she noticed an unusual aura beside Shane. It took her a minute to realize that the unearthly being is a djinn, doing something to Shane. THE GOTH girl suddenly vanished in the eyes of normal people, and to those who can see the likes of her, they witnessed how she summoned an enormous scythe and charge towards the being beside Shane.

During her speech she appears to have lost control and turn— Click— “Can you believe the sheer power that animal has running through the city.” “I think the property damage alone is in the hundred thousands. And you said that was Ava— click— If werewolves exist what else is out there? Vampires? Fairies? Maybe even the chupacabra!” I hear a snort and chuckle behind me. I do not need to turn around to see that it is Grayson laughing at the new coverage. “They wished the chupacabra was a real thing. Would be better to blame a goat eating lizard than your next door neighbor for stealing your live stock.”

Alvin, ever the joker, was making failed attempts at shadow puppets, but it was Nathan who commanded our attention. “Okay, are you guys ready for a real ghost story?” he said, grinning at the prospect of scaring the wits out of us. “Once upon a time…” With that wicked smile of his, Nathan launched into a tale so creepy that it had us both quaking. It was a story about evil spirits that haunted the very woods we were camping in. He described the ghosts in vivid detail—their hollow eyes, their twisted forms—and even mimicked the haunting sounds they supposedly made. By the end of it, Alvin and I were gripping our sleeping bags, our eyes darting nervously to the tree line beyond the campfire.

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

The fire grows in the darkness of the night, creating dancing shadows among the trees. . I could remember a time when the shadows use to scare me a lot after listening to Grandpa's horror stories. I would cling to my grandpa's leg because he would always protect me from scary things in absence of my father. Until one day, he told me that the shadows were the spirits of the wolves who had already passed, coming to greet the newly released souls and lead them to the Moon Goddess, and after that, they had to stay rest of their life in the spirit world.

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.