a horror short story about re-animation and regret
By: Peter Chiykowski
scariest stories featuring Creepy
Here are the top short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts about Creepy on Commaful, including titles such as "// THEBOY CAME BACK ALL WRONG //".
Stories
The creaking of forcefully closed doors. The rattling of trees and the unbearable silence that follows. It's not the wind that howls around the walls, that are supposed to protect you,
She would always come home at the same time... Until she didn't.
I've been feeling strange lately for a few days. My appetite seems to have increased gradually however no matter how I much I eat, I always feel tired and exhausted like I had been working in a field ...
It's almost Halloween so I tried to write something "creepy" (it's not). Obviously, the question mark adds to the creepiness points. The rhyme scheme got scared away.
Part 3 of 31. Let me know how you like it so far!
Depression. Loneliness. All emotions with many casualties.
Never judge someone for being different than you. Take the time to listen to another persons needs, you never know, you just might save a li...
A sad ghost story. | 175 words in length. Also an experiment with story pacing. Inspired by pokemon, believe it or not.
A wizard and his familiar take a streetcar ride. | Inspired by real events, about 300 words in length.
The stranger appeared on the ninth day of the hunt. At first I thought him a vision brought on by hunger, sleepless nights, and a week spent with no sign of game, but then the dogs took note, their ea...
Cold shivers all over my body. I feel them on my skin, stuck in my hair, tingling paranoia
On the first new moon of the year, our village takes to the water with crimson lanterns that mark our boats safe from the Lady of the Shallows.
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In the snow-covered valley sits a little white house, where many go in but no one comes out. People go there when the sickness claims them. My sister left last week...
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I hear them calling in the pipes after sundown, their voices too sticky and too sweet, like plums gone to rot.
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The dead rule this land now. They chase us down empty streets and abandoned highways split with cracks and overgrowth.
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