Very Short Creepy Stories の小説・ストーリー

It was full moon and I can rarely see an animals there. I fasten my walk when I already saw a bonfire! But, this is not what I'm finding for! Yet, I still continued to get closer— "Ah!" I instantly shouted when I saw an old woman wearing a weird grey dress! But she immediately covered my mouth and tried to calm me. "Calm.." her old voice gives me some anonymous chills! I can't help but to pray and wait for her to get out of my sight! Nah! She's so creepy! How can she even get there when she's too old?

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

“Don’t be afraid.” I forced myself not to laugh and whispered a reminder to him. “That ghost story… was the one I just told.” Kane froze. The awkwardness was impossible to hide on his face, and he slowly placed his hand back on the couch. 【At this moment, a 1.9-meter-tall burly man slowly tucked his feet back under the blanket.】 【I’ve heard this story before, but I’m still scared—what do I do? Wuwu, I don’t dare sleep!】

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

A chill creeped in that settled in my bones, biting my skin in an uneasy way. The room seemed to stretch and distort in a way I didn't understand. Suddenly, shadows appeared around me, shifting in ways that made my heart pound. I tried to move, but my feet felt rooted to the spot. A figure came from the shadows, tall and faceless, with empty eye sockets that seemed to pierce through me. My heart stuttered. I felt dread tighten in my chest as the figure slowly approached.

He gave me the creeps. Even when I was young, Bram would try to touch me. His dad always made him leave me alone, but he wouldn't stop. After he killed his dad when I was fifteen, he tried to force me to mate with him. I refused and attempted to run away, but he and his men captured me. He tied me up and tried to force his penis into my mouth. It backfired, though. The one thing that no one knew about me, not even Don, was that I wasn't just a bunny. I'm part witch.

Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze. I did too and so did Lena. Fuck. “What was that?”

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei