Very Short Creepy Stories 소설 & 이야기

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep. I suddenly opened my eyes to see some bizarre creatures coming towards me. I sat up and started moving back till I hit the tree. They did not stop coming, instead they kept coming closer. They looked really scary and they made some strange sounds as they came closer. “Please don’t kill me” I pleaded. One of them grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up. I did not know what happened, it happened so fast. All I knew was that something fell from my dress when he lifted me, and then they started to disperse one after the other.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

written by Isabella The air seemed to thicken as he stood there, his presence commanding attention. The old lady's eyes flickered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadable. The granddaughter, however, couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. The little girl, Violet, flinched in fear as she met eyes with the mafia man, Shawn. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expression was cold and calculating, his deep voice firm as he asked, "Why are you here?"

Jacob stood and slowly came up behind me. I tied off a trash bag after tossing the bloodied disposable gloves in it. I turned and jumped. "How are you so quiet on your feet? Anyway, why aren't the police here yet?" It was nearing 2.00 am. Outside, the rain had dwindled to a fine drizzle, almost inaudible. Jacob let out a harsh, cold laugh. "The police aren't coming." "What?" I hadn't even registered it yet when he suddenly grabbed my neck with both hands, his face twisting into a vicious snarl.

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A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

Half an hour later, she touched his hand and whispered: “Vampires. Above us ... " As the little goblin finished the sentence, a swarm of dark creatures descended upon them. And then everything froze. Eyes wide open, Shieena watched the terrifying creatures float motionless in the air above them. Some of them were almost on top of them, with bared teeth and bloodshot eyes, with a mask of hunger and savagery on their faces.

Not wanting to start an argument, I ignored his comment and set down the tunnel from where the teenagers had come. With each step I take, I can smell the blood as it tingles my nose. The sounds of two boys and a girl sharpen my senses as I hear them softly sob. But that is not the only sound that I hear… In… One… Two… Three… We turn the corner. As we come into a small room, that is when we see it… The creature is hovering over the body of a girl, and with each snap of his head, he is taking her skin apart. But this is not what is terrifying, but is the most, is that you can hear the poor thing choke in her blood.

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.