روايات وقصص ضمن Very Short Creepy Stories

Her eyes fluttered as she looked at the person’s face. The fearsome eyes of that person frightened her. His pale white skin sent shivers through her entire body. She gulped the saliva that had formed in her throat. Her breaths were getting uneven when the person smiled creepily at her. She stepped back and turned to run away from there when that person in a flash of a second appeared before her. She was confused that how could a person appear so fast in front of her. She stepped back while the person stepped towards her, the creep smile was still on his face. “You can see me. It is an unbelievable thing that a human can see ghosts,” muttered the person.

I am nineteen and still in my nightshift, with my heart hammering so hard that my tits shake. I never believed the stories. The old women whisper about him around winter fires—the devil in the pines. He comes when you have nothing left. He arrives when death scratches at your door and desperation makes you stupid enough to call his name. The stories say you would give anything. You would offer your soul, your body, or your firstborn. He would take it all with a smile. I think it is crap. These are fairy tales for scared children. Then my brother almost stops breathing that afternoon, and I scream a name I do not even believe in. I scream it into the empty cabin while his chest goes increasin

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized that she was alone. After a moment, she shook her head, chiding herself for being so paranoid. She continued down the hallway towards the storeroom, her hand reaching out to grip the door handle. As she turned the handle, she felt a sudden gust of wind, as if a door had been slammed shut somewhere in the house. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. The room was dark and creepy, sending chills down her spine. As she stepped inside, she saw a pair of yellow glowing eyes in the darkness and froze, her breath caught in her throat. "It's just your imagination, Emma. There's nothing there," she reass

I have never been this scared in my entire life. My breath catches in my throat when the door clicks open. He's here. Still on his hideous mask, and clothing. “What do you want from me?” I mumble through the seal as I struggle, glancing at the chains around my wrists as I cry. He approaches slowly, and my body freezes. Getting to me, his hand lifts, and begins to come up to me. He’s going to kill me— strangle me to death. He's not a kidnapper, he's a serial killer. This is how you die Hannah. This is where it ends.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

The hairs on Ursa’s neck began to rise as she felt an odd presence hiding somewhere-- A scream ripped through the almost silent atmosphere. Ursa immediately flew out of her seat and popped out of the window, looking back to see a tall, grey-scaled creature that looked as if it hopped out of a child’s nightmares. Its long, sharp, yellowed canines had a man’s entire torso in its clutches, the man’s limbs flailing about as the monster deepened its hold. Blood spurted out, spraying the running men below, desperate to distance themselves from the creature. Its limbs were long, and at the end it had knife-like claws.

An unsettling silence settled upon them, broken only by the rhythmic clinking of their boots against the rock. As they neared the center, the air grew thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. An oppressive sense of dread clawed at Maya's heart, whispering doubts into her soul. Images flashed through her mind – grotesque creatures born of darkness, whispers insidious and seductive, a chilling loneliness that promised oblivion.