Eery Stories

I always hear them...

Her dark violet eyes shone in the dark, an absent-minded ghost like smile visible on her pale white face. Strands of black hair hung near the sides of her face, invigorating the feeling of eeriness. This could not possibly be my sister, the one I use to adore...

In the world growing up Cade was forced to grow up like no other child. Mental Hospital after going deaf she would hear voices, but what if she actually wasn't ill? Upon release she learns the truth with the help of Carter, her supposed guardian and her roommate Tobie. Little does she understand she's being hunted, wanted dead by a demon named Raoul.

just some diary type entries of what goes on in my minecraft world.

This is (more or less) just a twist on the "Jeff The Killer" creepypasta. I've changed the family, location, scenes & means of transition from "normal" to insane to express my life & my own illnesses.

Morphaíma. They´re dangerous, bloodsuckers who can change their faces. But what about Hania, is she dangerous? Don't let her gentle eyes and nice smile fool you. Her story's deeper than you think. There's something amazing about her... Hania is a morphaíma. In translation, she's a shapeshifter. She also feeds on blood to sustain her abilities, and can only turn into animals unless she feeds on a person who she wishes to morph into. She's not really into drinking human blood though. Plus, it's against the laws of her region. Morphaíma are spread across the world, and are controlled by leaders of each region. Hania just happens to be ruled by the Master, which is her pack leader's grandfather. His name is Sennett Draven, and he and his grandson never give Hania a break. But when she and Zeke Draven, her pack leader, are given an assignment, they need to set out their differences. They may not know it, but they have a long an stressful journey ahead of them.

Hi! Um, I just wanted to take a moment to say that the plot of this story is not my own. I based this story off of a writing prompt I saw that was very interesting. However, the characters in this story are my own (and maybe any modifications I make to the story.) And, it is in first-person perspective. Anyway, without further ado, here's the description: "When I went to sleep on August 31st, everything was normal. Today I woke up, it's October 1st, every animal and person is gone without a trace, except for me, my next door neighbor who seems to be equally confused about the time lapse, and a pet I saw die three years ago. The three of us team up for one purpose: find out what happened in September..."

When Sarah's father brings home a new painting she has no idea the problems it will cause.

It's a dark, autumn night and Mr. Sparks is nothing but confident about his stratagem... but you never really know what you think you do... This was my first attempt at writing a short story! I really hope it's gripping enough, please vote if you liked it and leave behind comments as feedback:)

The verse is based on Random Story Chain by Grandomastery; The following generated keywords led me to a neogothic serenade: KNIGHT, PARDON, PINK FLAMINGO, STOCK, CHILL, CIRCUMSTANCE, PARTICIPANT, COMPREHENSION, REGIME, COORDINATION, PARENT, HEMISPHERE.

Just something fun that I wanted to post for Halloween. It's a short story and I didn't spend too long on it, so don't take it too seriously. But still vote/comment/enjoy of course ;) My description does it no justice whatsoever as I can't write much without giving everything away, so I suggest you just read it:) ♥ -- Lillian and Malcolm worry that their son is spending too much time in the forest behind their house, but that worry is nothing compared to the shock they get when they discover the reason behind his trips there.

Whispers swirled in the eery silence and whirled in the mist. The hooded figure loomed above me...while I panted, laying helpless on the hard cold cement. She paused, listening for sounds of witnesses. When she heard none, she turned towards me with a sinister grin. Her eyes gleamed red in the dark silent alley. She raised a slender finger to her feminine lips as she spoke the last words I would ever hear. "Don't scream, my pet." Then she struck.

TEIN. "It looks like the good is fighting the bad." (short poem)

stories that have been requested ~

Stories I write in my Creative Writing class.

She hides in the shadows, watching every move you make. There's always one, that one person who she must keep safe. They choose one mortal. A mortal to feed on. Not kill, but feed on. If I am watching over you, you must know one thing. Hide

The life of this detective is filled with wonders and joy. He does what he loves, he has a beautiful happy family, and everything is perfect, aside from the murders from his job of course, but when murders that having in common except for a connection with himself, everything turns south.

A diary about a girl and a dollhouse that helps her discover her true surroundings