Tag: scary

Shortly after three, he climbed into bed and put his arm around me, releasing a tired sigh after working the night shift. Ten minutes later, the front door opened, and I heard my husband talking on his phone: “You don’t understand. He’s after us.”

I saw the girl stare at me outside. It was the middle of the night.

I called another exterminator to deal with the rats in my basement. This one hasn’t come out either.

When my crew and I were rescued from the deserted island, they found me covered in blood and surrounded by the bones of the rest of my crew. Now that I’m off the island, I’ll need a new excuse to keep eating people.

My girlfriend and I just got an ultrasound of our first baby. I don’t know what’s creepier, the fact that our baby has cloven hooves, horns, and a tail or the fact that my girlfriend is a virgin.

Every night I hear strange noises coming from the basement, but my wife says it’s just rats. I know she’s wrong, rats don’t whisper “we’re gonna kill you”.

“You’re about to sleep and put your blanket on, one of your leg is freezing because it’s not covered by the blanket; you’re afraid of monster touches your leg. Then you cover it, and you pull the blanket to your head until it’s covered, under the blanket you sigh, yet it’s already there.”

“You’re about to sleep and put your blanket on, one of your leg is freezing because it’s not covered by the blanket; you’re afraid of monster touches your leg. Then you cover it, and you pull the blanket to your head until it’s covered, under the blanket you sigh, yet it’s already there.”

“You’re about to sleep and put your blanket on, one of your leg is freezing because it’s not covered by the blanket; you’re afraid of monster touches your leg. Then you cover it, and you pull the blanket to your head until it’s covered, under the blanket you sigh, yet it’s already there.”

“You’re about to sleep and put your blanket on, one of your leg is freezing because it’s not covered by the blanket; you’re afraid of monster touches your leg. Then you cover it, and you pull the blanket to your head until it’s covered, under the blanket you sigh, yet it’s already there.”

Last winter, my neighbors built the creepiest snowman I’ve ever seen. It got even creepier when I saw it standing in front of my house, staring through my living room window, in the middle of July.

Opening up a butcher shop was the best idea I’ve ever had. I just hope people don’t ask me what kind of meat I sell, or why their kids keep disappearing.

Last night I dreamt that a hideous creature with glowing red eyes and long, pointed claws was standing at the foot of my bed watching me sleep. When I woke up this morning, I discovered it wasn’t a dream.

Since it’s been raining so much lately, I’ve been staying home most nights. It’s a drag for me, but I guess the neighbors are glad their kids have stopped disappearing.

I love children. They taste so much better than adults.

My father assured me that vampires don’t exist. Of course, that didn’t make me feel any better since it was the only explanation I had for why he kept drinking my blood.

When I heard a man’s voice coming from the kitchen, I snuck down the stairs and bludgeoned him to death with a baseball bat. I probably should’ve done something less drastic, after all, it was his house.

Her skin is so soft and smells like lavender. I wonder how many more times I can wear it before the smell of decay covers it up.