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Danica's nervousness, which had been gradually fading, returned. She knew Joshua would never hurt her but she couldn't stop thinking negatively. Various bad scenarios are entering her mind. They were in a place she was unfamiliar with. They are just off the side of the road, but it appears that very few cars pass by. And the darkness makes it difficult to notice if a vehicle passes by. Joshua said very casually, "Get out." It doesn't go with his hostile demeanor.

it can release light, heat,electricity I found it I have to careful "please come out ya it come out " it almost 4 pm i should go home now or my grandparents start worrying then velliam hear noise of little girl crying he follow sound then he find out there is a creature who is creature well I didn't think I found a little girl her. wait there is not a single person their is a little fury birds who is just 15 cm long and it is faty but it is beautiful with pink color. what how he can cry in girl voice every creature have different voices but it have girl like

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located

Creatures we thought long dead, their names whispered in ghost stories, not carved in fresh graves. We burst into the clearing, and my heart stopped. The air felt poisoned, heavy with a metallic tang and something darker, like rot laced with malice. Moonlight spilled over the scene, cold and unforgiving, glinting off blood-soaked grass. Two bodies lay covered in rough cloaks, their shapes too still, too broken—a father and his son, the messenger had gasped before collapsing. The pack stood in a loose circle, faces pale, eyes hollow, their growls muted by shock. Ragnar knelt beside the cloaks, his massive hands trembling, his scarred face twisted with grief.

Nothing like a little evening walk to think things over. I live with VAMPIRES for Christ's sake!!! We're not talking about your average friendly ghost! We're speaking of evil creatures than can drink my blood up in a few minutes. I must be the heroine of a fantasy novel. There's no other way about it. Because if it's reality, I'm gonna find it difficult to stay optimistic. Or else I'm only a secondary character who's I living her last hours. The little student who gets killed at the beginning of the story, it always works to set the scene. I should be scared stiff, but instead, I want to burst out laughing... It's probably my nerves letting go! Or just plain madness.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I stand up straight with my clothes in my hands. It was only your imagination. I say over and over again in my head. Just then I see something move out of the corner of my eye, when I spin around, I see something move behind the lockers so fast I'm almost convinced I didn't see it. "H-hello?" I call out, "Yeah, hey, I'm just a creepy guy watching you change. By the way, I'm going to kill you." The dark figure says, coming out of the shadows.

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

Martha turns around and gets a bowl of rice and served it on the table. "Mommy it's true, but Nanny just didn't see it. He was a short old man with a long beard and scary eyes and nails like a monster, I felt like he was going to eat me! Huhuhuhu....." Phoebe covers her face with a white throw pillow from their couch and cries endlessly. She cries with fear, she has never encountered such a creepy creature before. Amelia and Martha are suspiciously puzzled about Phoebe's story and were surprised as Amelia's cellphone vibrated from the table.