Stories Creepy Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

I was too stressed and sad to care. *** Gatsby, my gray rescue cat, snuggled next to me. He purred softly like he didn't have a single worry. I absently stroked his ears while I tried to block out the frightening images on the TV screen. Cindy hadn't chosen Scream, but Urban Legends, another horror movie from the nineties. We weren't sitting next to each other. I was sprawled out on the leather couch, and Cin sat in the burgundy high back. She had a bowl of plain popcorn on her lap and a diet soda placed precariously on the brown-carpeted floor.

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

She only ever cried when she was unable to sleep and was forced to think back on the interactions her dad had with her while he was still alive. Immediately, Scarlett stood from where she was sitting and faced Avery and Cornelia. "There is something I didn't tell you guys. Something strange happened to me last night, and you might not believe me when I tell you, so I will show you instead." "I'm lost. My apologies. Are you getting it?" Cornelia turned to ask Avery. "Shh. Cornel, let's pay attention to what she has to say." Scarlett held up her shirt to show her friends the scar left by the bite she got from the beast. "Do you think the paranormal is real?"

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

He asked. "Yes Mom, how?" I asked, God knew I wasn't going to carry heavy boxes all by myself. What kind of town doesn't accept strangers? Everything about the town was creepy, the direction signboard had no name on it, and the doors looked like an abandoned village from centuries ago. The air around the town was different, it was something of the extraordinary, and it was bone chilling. "We have movers too, they'll be here in," Mom said, checking her wristwatch. "They'll be here in now." She completed.

“It would be so easy to kill you now, just guy your neck. Duncan would never find out, I'd bury your body somewhere around this basement. This isn't the only room.by the way. And when if I didn't bury you, I could simply say it was an accident,” She was so close that I could feel her breath on my face. “You are not afraid, that's one of the things that I admire about you. You think you are strong but you have no idea th monsters lurking underneath your bed or right in front of your eyes,” Creepy “Just because you invade my personal space and recite a monologue from a 90’s cartoon doesn't make you scary, Sabrina. You feel of jealousy and I just can't take you seriously. I bet you don't take y

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A soft stomach she always tried to hide under oversized sweaters. Tonight, like most nights, Ava sat alone in her tiny off-campus apartment. The TV was on low, some mindless reality show she wasn’t watching. Her phone glowed in her hand as she scrolled through social media, watching girls her age get tagged in photos with guys who actually looked at them like they were edible. She felt pathetic. Her fingers drifted lower without thinking, slipping under the waistband of her leggings. She was already a little wet, she always got like this when she let her mind wander. Lately, her fantasies had a very specific face attached to them.

“I hate to end this little party, but I’ve got to get dressed. Andy and I are going to the movies tonight.” “What are you guys going to see?” Leesa asked. “There’s a vampire movie fest over at the Student Union,” Cali said. “We’re heading over there to catch a vamp flick or two.” “I don’t get this whole fascination with vampires,” Stacie said. “Why are so many people into something that doesn’t even exist?” Leesa and Cali looked at each other and smiled. “You mean something that doesn’t exist, like zombies?” Cali asked. Stacie had no answer for that. “Point taken.”