Stories Creepy Novels & Stories

Serra's circle was on the corner, near the cabins and beside them was the Captain's along with Maddy who's still crying, looking for her son. A Reaper slithered just in front of Serra, making her heart leaped and her lungs stopped for a moment and pumped back again. The monster looked at her and she could see the sad souls of the people it devoured in its eyes. Up close, the monster smelled like rotten eggs and death. Serra was now shaking, her nerves on breakdown. She tightens her grip on the torch and held it out. The monster backs out, hissing.

"Uhmm, I was in my room but then I heard a sound coming... No, loud noises coming from this room so I... I, uhmm... I came to check if you are alright." Strangely, there was no response from him. Except for her, not even the wind seemed to blow and strangely, the room felt cold. "Oh, no. Is he still in the bathroom? Damn it!" Worried, Celeste rushed to the bathroom. The moment she walked in, something cold fell on her. Gulping her bravery down her throat, Celeste tightly grabbed onto her dress and blinked like a robot. As the thing on her body slowly moved, she nervously turned her head to the right and a tearful scream escaped her mouth, "What... What is... Ahhh! Cockroach!!!"

Sofia laughed, "This is really something out of the movies. Sergio appealed - You, Sofia, can be more stubborn than your mother. -What amazes me most, Dad, is that you believe in optical illusions more than in what your eyes saw. Silence was the answer. For now. On the other side of town in a Victorian style house, on a queen size bed, Malvina researches in her notebook everything about the latest cases involving possible creatures, and what she sees and reads does not please her at all. There are several cases in which people claim to have seen the 'hairy beasts with steel claws'; others speak of the blood-eyed creatures; not to mention the photos of footprints of unusual size for wolves. T

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.

The girl must have watched too many movies. “No,” he said. However, the crying should be from next door, and Sierra was next door. It must be another one of her tricks. “In horror movies, the ghosts always lure people over with crying and then…” Paige said, hugging him even tighter. Chris could not argue with her on that. “If the crying is luring us, just don’t go there, and we’ll be fine,” he said. “But what if the ghost comes to us?” “Have you done anything bad?” he asked.

She laugh witch like. I cringe. She's all friendly, mom to my closet friend hermione. She also appear all younger and way healthier than her age but she sure is creepy. She creeps and scare better than cockroaches. I shiver. My shakey tooth grit and collide themselves. Goosebumps surround my skin. This explains how creepy my very thoughts and imagination picture her. She wriggle my palm. She though creeps me but actually assure my safety. She assures non watches.

People are scrambling and running towards the forest to hide. I zoom in on what everyone is frightened of and it makes me want to vomit. There are these weird looking creatures that appear to have various features from a bird, feline, bear and wolf. Maybe human too? There eyes are completely black. Some have three arms or two heads and their flesh smells as though it is rotting. Whatever they are I don’t think they are truly alive. “Kale!” “On it Katerina, get Cedar and Joy out of here!”

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

Words every girl wants to hear from her captor. He dragged me back down the stairs, the creepy paintings haunting me as I went. "This one is my favorite." He nodded his head to one that belonged in a horror movie. I couldn't even make sense of it, but the feeling it evoked, the cold dread seeping into my skin as he tugged me down the hall back to the morgue he planned on keeping me in.