Stories Creepy Novels & Stories

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

The similarity of those stalkers in movies, studying their victims during their slumber. Now that's creepy as hell!! I shudder openly. I access my closet for clean clothes, and shriek as I'm pummelled to the floor by a mass flood of teddy bears. Trying to leap out, I'm only tossed back down by another swell of fluffy teddies from the closet. After the third influx of teddies, I finally resurface out by repleted fury with my hands clenched in fists at my sides. "DASTARD!!!" I scream, before clamping my hands over my mouth.

The spooky sounds around us are making me more and more scared and the straw that breaks the camel's back of my hysteria is when I feel something crawling up my leg and I look down. It's a spider. I scream with dread moving like crazy trying to get it off me, starting to cry because I can't take this shit anymore. This kind of life is not for me, it’s the complete opposite of everything I like and enjoy. All this nature, the loneliness, the darkness, the insects, the ghosts of the woods. Why is this happening to me, Mother? Do you really hate me that much? I go back to my makeshift bed to continue crying, but I can't stop feeling that there are insects in the blankets or ghosts on my back.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

Shadows slithered across the walls, whispering my name, mocking me. I slammed my hands over my ears. “Get out! Get out of my head!” I cried. But the whispers only grew louder, tormenting me. My nails dug into my skin as I clawed at the phantom sensation of something crawling all over me. “Get out! Leave me alone.” And I broke into hysterical laughter.

I say, and I freeze in disbelief that I just blurted my business to a stranger. "Well, you're not going to find it in this area," she says. "Where then?" I ask. "The area where the strippers shop." I'm surprised by her comment. "No, I cannot wear strippers' clothes. I'm only seventeen," I say, fidgety. "Then your team member is going to get that guy, then." She doesn't care about my age. "Who knows?" "I might have brought her to the stripper clothing area, too." "I'm certain I saw a cheerleader like you in the same uniform come in here," she says, blowing a big bubble with the gum. It pops, and she goes back to chewing it.

Everything looked normal. Then I heard it. A soft scratching, directly above me. I looked up. I shouldn't have looked up. The ceiling was full of faces. Dozens of them. Pressed against the plaster from the other side, flattened like flowers in a book. They were all smiling. They were all watching me. And in the center, where the ceiling met the wall, was a dark opening. Something was crawling out of it. Something with too many fingers. Something with eyes that had no whites.

Drex predicted. "Lately... there have been many strange deaths," Officer Bob muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "Victims with bite marks on their necks, drained of blood. We’ve struggled to find the perpetrator. Is this a serial killing? Are you behind it?" "Wow, you’re overreaching, Officer Bob! I could sue you for making such baseless claims." "I... I apologize. But if you can truly 'sense' these creatures, would you be willing to help us investigate?"