Spooky Nook Climbing Novels & Stories

I felt goosebumps crawl my skin as I imagined a stranger in the shadows watching my every move. As I moved further into the library, Nima stayed on full alert because we were curious now. Try as we may, we did not feel a human presence. Digging deeper, I try to tap into my powers as I continue to look around. I moved books around, stacked tables against each other, looked under the tables and went as far as climbing one of the tables to get a better look at the far ends of the large space. I climbed down, stuck in a spot, as I tried to come up with plausible explanations.

Once lost searching for a person, she chose to climb on her own with the help of a ladder. Luckily, the ladder was in the next lane, where that older man had left her before heading for lunch. She grabbed the heavy wooden pieces and dragged them to their location to take out the respective books. Without giving it a second thought, she climbed to the fourth stair, but her hands could not handle the spine of this book. She climbed two more stairs, and with both hands, she took this heavy piece of wisdom out and seemed quite happy with her achievements. Her smile evaporated when she saw a spider crawling on the book, heading towards her finger.

Time for business. I close the door behind me, lock it, and then grab the chair to lift it over to the wardrobe where I carefully climb up. I stand and peer into the darkness and feel up over my head. My clumsy hand clambers around and I just can’t seem to reach the fake roofing. I stretch farther and nearly fall off the chair.

There are trees all around me, but I can see a few faint stars in the sky through all the leaves. I wipe my tears and stand up. My legs burn. I start walking farther into the trees. A treehouse. The treehouse. I start climbing a tree, trying to get up to what looks like a treehouse. I open a trap door at the bottom and climb inside. I cough from all the dust. I stand up. I frantically hit the air around me as I feel spiderwebs in my hair. I calm down once they are all out. Bugs aren't my friend.

Narrator pov The mountain path seemed endless. Noah climbed slowly through the darkness as night gave way to dawn. Pale grey light spread across the sky, revealing jagged cliffs and narrow trails that twisted between enormous rocks. His breathing echoed in the cold air. Every few minutes he stopped to catch his breath. One hand pressed against his lower back while the other supported the weight of his stomach. The climb was taking a toll on him. His boots slipped on loose gravel, more than once, his knees nearly buckled beneath him. Each time, he caught himself at the last second.

The mirrors multiplied my reflection until I was a thousand anxious girls watching, It was finally my turn. Nora stepped aside and I stepped forward and tried to breathe like someone who wasn’t about to ruin their whole plan in public. The first part was fine. I owned the simple climbs and wraps that I had practiced. Ms. Freda had drilled me until my shins knew the satisfaction of friction. I climbed, I hooked my leg and I spun. For a sweet, stupid second I thought I could do this. I thought I could make myself shine. But then came the next phase. The part Nora made look like nothing but was actually an episode of one thousand ways to die!

"We'll take it one step at a time. Let's start with the basics." We began with the fundamentals of climbing, going over proper technique and safety procedures. Nora struggled at first, her movements hesitant and unsure. But with each failed attempt, I offered words of encouragement, reminding her to trust herself and stay focused. "Alright, bend like you are about to hunt prey,” I said. She put her hands on her knees as she tried to focus. I positioned her on the mountain. “Now let go of all your worries and fears. You have to understand that everything is just in your head,” I said. Nora let out a deep breath.

“You can join Hugo in the afterlife or man up." She's already climbing with the precision of a burglar, like she's doing this before. Who the fuck is this woman? "How do you---" But she's already halfway up. Behind us, barkings, voices, footsteps. I grasp the link and climb. My hands shake. I don't look down, don't think about falling, don't think about Hugo. One hand. Then another. Climb as Mom does. Halfway up, my foot slips. I freeze.

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

The night and the moonlight made everything scarier, The trees, rocks, the cottage, everything cast long shadows making everything very spooky. I took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. My hand automatically flew to my locket as I walked through the dark. I stopped below Aaron’s bedroom. Now, how was I supposed to climb up? Aaron hadn’t bothered to explain that. There was a drainage pipe that ran very close to the window. If I climbed it, I would reach quite close to it and then I could climb up conveniently.