Spooky Nook Climbing Novels & Stories

It would be harder for anyone to scent us, though not impossible. I pulled on my leggings, t-shirt, and sneakers, following Nox through the forest to the base of a tall, chain-link fence. We locked eyes and somehow I knew that he was telling me we needed to climb. He held back the barbed wire as I swung my leg over, and I did the same in return. It meant nothing.

A nasty scar ran the length of his tail, leaving it twisted into a strange crescent moon fold. Bjorn scanned the cabin. Various climbing equipment hung from upturned stump growths: belays, harnesses, ropes, carabiners, and many other items of which he had no experience. It was all kind of surprising. Of course, workers used such tools for repairs in the upper branches of Mother Tree, but here at the base of Cloud, what need did a species of flyers have for climbing equipment? “We’ll need mini oxygen infusers, harnesses, ropes, a couple of carabiners each, and hooks for the safety wire,” Aunt Sumia told Twisted Tail. “And pay close attention to the connections. My nephew is new to dipping.”

I called annoyed. I looked around for some ladder, but I couldn't find anything like that. Then I thought of using the table, but it was old and shaky, I was too afraid it would break down under my weight. I had one way left – climbing up by stepping on the shelves one by one. I took the shoes off my feet and cautiously climbed on the first shelve, then I pulled myself up and stepped on the higher one. Finally, I stretched my hand up and grabbed the item that was glowing.

I squat down and try to pull the arm back, but it’s stuck to the floor like this black stuff is made of industrial-strength glue. Okay, so safe to say I can’t walk on the floor. Shit, I’m going to have to floor is lava my way to that vent. I have to climb, and I went and injured my hands. My fucking luck. I take a deep breath, rotate my neck, and cling to the door frame, then carefully use it to swing myself to a nearby chair. Once on the chair, I stretch out and climb onto a dresser. So far so good. From the dresser, I jump onto the bed and as soon as my weight causes the bed to sink, a large spike shoots up from the mattress narrowly missing me by centimetres.

Spider and I had to press our backs against each other and use the force to push ourselves up like a pair or geckos. “Don’t look down!” He warned halfway through the climb. “Screw you!” I hissed at him. Thanks to him, I now had the urge to look down and I knew what that would do. We would go tumbling back down and crash into the wood. I wished we had remembered to take the wood away but again, it would be suspicious. So I tried my best although Spider was infuriating me to death by laughing at our predicament. When I got close enough to grab the top of the chimney, I counted to three and grabbed it without telling him.

“Nene, are you… throwing yourself into my arms?” He deliberately emphasized the last few words. Sienna blinked. “Would you believe me if I say that it was an accident?” “I wouldn't.” As Harry spoke, he glanced over at the training room again and asked in confusion, “Nene, how did you climb so high when there’s no ladder?” When he came in, he saw Sienna falling from mid-air before he could see everything clearly. His first reaction was to jump over to catch her. The question now was how did she climb so high without any ladder or any aids?

"We have to go through the floor. The back of the cabin is over the drop. If we can get to the ledge—" "I can't climb, Noah. Look at me. I'm a dead weight." "Then I’ll carry you." "You'll both fall. The Ravine is five hundred feet of nothing. Just rocks and the river." "Then we die falling. Not burning." Noah grabbed the iron poker. He jammed it into the floorboards at the back of the room. The wood was old. Rotting. It snapped with a loud crack. "What was that?" Charlotte’s voice was closer now. "Are you rearranging the furniture, Abigail? Don't bother. I’m going to need the ashes for the Priest. He wants to sprinkle them on the altar."

I mumbled, struggling with the door. A small click, and the door pushed open. My heart pushed up to my mouth. I was on the only-god-knows how many floors above ground level. My eyes hovered around the place. There were relief sculptures etched against the walls. “Nora this is it.” I might be wolfless, but spending time alone racing through the woods had taught me a bit of climbing. I held my breath, and pushed my head forward. Sweat broke out on my body, as I pushed one foot out.

He'd been running too fast when he stepped on loose soil and slid all the way down. The slope wasn't very long, but it was covered in wet leaves and exposed roots. He tried twice but couldn't climb back up. Noah was clearly frightened, his eyes red with fear. "Dad!" Damien was about to go down when Chloe also reached the edge of the slope. "Why did you run over here?" she asked. Noah pointed ahead anxiously. "The scent was right here!" "I told you not to stop." Chloe glanced down. "Climb up yourself; It's not steep."

Rachel pointed her finger above the bathroom, on the roof, there was a cobweb with large black spider hanging on it. "Spider?" Noah muttered in disbelief at what he saw. He thought there would be something more terrifying than that little creature. Rachel nodded, "I'm so scared of spiders, can you take it for me? Rachel asked, hugged herself because she always shuddered whenever she she saw a spider. Noah easily grabbed the spider with a tissue and put it in a bottle. "Problem solved, can I go back to my apartment to continue my unfinished sleep?" Noah said as if nothing had happened.