Sonic Creepy Novels & Stories

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts. A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system.

When I said that bullshit about home earlier I was joking alright, but my own words are spitting back in my face right now. Whoever created this is a damn genius, that’s for sure. Not only do the halls smell like rotten flesh and everything around here is uncomfortably moist, but I also can hear hell of a symphony of screams in the background. “Oh shit,” I mutter under my breath and freeze. “Is this where daddy devil lives? Will I meet him?” I ask myself and my voice changes as if on instinct, suddenly becoming more high pitched like I’m some crazy ass fangirl.

The thought of new beginnings, unburdened by the darkness that had consumed me, filled me with both hope and trepidation. With a voice like a gentle whisper of the wind, she answered my bewildered question, "Somewhere in between." I coughed, the sensation foreign in this surreal space. My fingers brushed against the surface beneath me, which felt incredibly soft and cushiony, like a bed of the purest cotton candy. Realization hit me like a thunderclap. "Am I...dead?" The moonlit woman continued her mysterious work with the dark magic, her soothing voice filling the ethereal space. "Not yet."

Suddenly, a blood curdling scream filled with immense fear and pain came from the depths of the amusement park. Upon this, bats scurried toward the sky in fright as the group of people were also shocked by the scream. "That's Sonnia's voice!" Happy to have found Sonnia, Rex exclaimed happily as the group quickly ran toward the sound. It was an abandoned bumper car site. After years of being abandoned, the place was dark and cold with strange graffiti plastered all over its walls. There was a strange smell in the air, and the roof was broken with a glimpse of moonlight shining down. It made the place even more eerie and sinister.

“Hey, I need to see you.” Frowning, she typed out a response. “Huh, who is this?” she asked. The response came almost immediately. “Always so polite. Anyway, this is someone that you met today. I’m in your class, and you can guess.” What the heck? Chloe thought of who the creepy person could be and why he was talking to her like that. She assumed he was a “he” because what female would go to the length of texting another female at dinner time like this?

His fear of losing his position and offending the Lycan Apex was palpable. My head suddenly began to ring, an alarm sounding deep within me. A familiar scent began to permeate the air, a scent that was both enticing and tormenting. "Mate! She's here!" Echo's words were a fierce whisper in my mind, igniting a mix of anticipation and dread within me.

Well maybe because Noone had ever had the nerve to stare so long and intensely at me. "Now Sonia, you won't give my prince any troubles. Would you? " she asks as she takes hold of my chin in her hand and looks into my eyes. Her creepy red eyes boring deeply into mine. It felt as though part of her was reaching into me to try get something. Suddenly she gasps and stagers back holding on to her stomach. The creatures all try to move towards her but she motions her hand towards them. Meaning they should stand back. She looks up at me in shock but then replaces her priceless expression with a smile.

Marcus,play nice. “You know me Dad,I’m always nice!” When they were alone,Marcus’ eyes met hers,the expression on his face earnest and serious. “I’m glad he has you Beth,”he said.”He needs a woman like you.” ........ “Marcus,”Beth said,”What did you mean earlier when you said this house is creepy?” Marcus gently maneuvered his coffee cup to the table,his serious expression from before replaced with the playful twinkle in his eyes she had already grown to adore so much.

As Roy tried to shield his eyes, he saw DiStefano’s monsters had returned, as well. This time, their fluid movements were no trick of lighting. They slithered and clawed their way from the walls and ceiling that once sealed them, their teeth and pincers trained upon the spy revealed in their midst. Roy whimpered as each set of jaws released the same horrid, hissing sound before clamping on his flesh. The noise was far worse than anything DiStefano’s puppets had produced—more primal than a Foley artist’s wet dream. It mingled with the crunching of bones and the sloshing of innards. It reminded him of pumpkins.

an enthusiastic voice cried. “That looks totally creepy” Mary whispered, visibly frightened. Creepy was obviously not the greatest word to describe it, thought Summer. The mill was gigantic, debris had fallen off in places, it seemed the whole structure would crumble and cave in at any movement. Summer couldn’t help notice how isolated and lonely it was, standing on its own; no human existence ever seemed traceable. It was a shock to see that time had stood still. It was even more of a shock to hear a voice scream. At first it didn’t register, but after a few seconds of staring at the others, Summer realized that the scream had not escaped from them, but from something else. Even worse