#CreepyReads

[mastervoluminous]

Sanguijuela Secret No. 1️⃣

Carrot cake 🥕🍰 is delicious 😊

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Diary's Secrets Shaina Tranquilino October 6, 2024

Sophie had always adored her grandmother, a woman of grace and charm who filled every room with warmth. But when her grandmother passed away, Sophie was left with an overwhelming sense of loss. After the funeral, she returned to her grandmother’s quaint, creaky old house to sort through her belongings. Among the porcelain figurines, embroidered pillows, and stacks of faded photographs, Sophie found something unexpected — an old, weathered diary, its leather cover cracked with age.

Her grandmother had never mentioned a diary. The clasp was rusted, but it popped open easily under her fingertips. As she flipped through the yellowing pages, she noticed something strange. The ink appeared faded, yet readable, and as her eyes skimmed the words, she could have sworn she heard something — faint, almost imperceptible whispers.

Sophie frowned and closed the book quickly. The whispers ceased immediately, leaving an unnerving silence in their wake.

"Must be my imagination," she murmured, trying to shake off the chill that crept up her spine.

That night, Sophie took the diary home with her. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she couldn't resist opening it again. The moment she turned the first page, the whispers returned, low and unintelligible, as though the very paper itself was breathing secrets into the air. This time, the whispers were louder, more distinct, like fragmented pieces of conversations just beyond her grasp.

The words on the page were written in her grandmother’s delicate hand. January 5, 1956. The entry was brief, recounting a typical day. But as Sophie read further, the entries became darker, more cryptic.

February 12, 1956: “The shadow came again last night. It watches me. I hear it whispering from the corners of the room.”

Sophie’s heart skipped a beat. She looked around her small apartment, suddenly aware of the shadows pooling in the corners, the way the lamplight flickered just slightly. She swallowed, pushing the growing unease aside, and continued reading.

March 3, 1956: “I tried to speak with it. It knows my name. It knows things about me I never shared with anyone. The whispers grow louder every night.”

The whispers in Sophie’s own ears seemed to swell in response to the words on the page, almost as if the diary itself was reacting to the memories being uncovered. She slammed the book shut, panting, her breath shallow and fast. But the whispers didn’t stop. They lingered in the room, filling the space around her with unseen presences. She could feel something watching her.

Desperate, Sophie shoved the diary into a drawer and stumbled to bed, hoping that sleep would bring her peace. But the dreams came — vivid, terrifying dreams of her grandmother, her face twisted in fear, standing at the edge of Sophie’s bed, mouthing words she couldn’t hear over the cacophony of whispers filling the room.

The next morning, exhausted and shaken, Sophie yanked the diary from the drawer. She had to know what was happening. As soon as she opened it, the whispers returned, louder and more insistent.

April 15, 1956: “I’m not alone. It’s in the house with me. I feel its cold breath on my neck when I sleep. It wants something. I don’t know what, but it won’t leave me in peace.”

Her grandmother had been haunted, tormented by something unseen. The realization sent a cold shiver through Sophie. But there was more, a final entry. It was written in frantic, uneven script, unlike her grandmother’s usual elegant handwriting.

May 2, 1956: “I tried to lock it away. Tried to bind it to these pages. But it’s not enough. I can hear it still, scratching, whispering. It wants out. I fear it will find someone else, someone to continue what I could not finish. God help whoever opens this book after me.”

Sophie’s hands trembled as she dropped the diary. The whispers grew louder, no longer faint but echoing through the apartment, a cacophony of voices overlapping, seething with malevolence.

Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the windows shut, plunging the room into darkness. The whispers were everywhere now, suffocating, as if invisible hands were reaching out from the shadows to close around her throat. Sophie staggered back, her breath hitching in her chest, eyes darting to the diary lying on the floor.

The pages fluttered on their own, turning violently, as though something trapped inside was desperate to be freed.

"No," Sophie gasped, her voice barely a whisper over the maddening chorus. "Please, no."

But it was too late. From the corners of the room, the shadows began to coalesce, forming a shape, a figure that seemed to crawl out of the very air itself, twisted and hunched, its eyes burning like embers in a sunken face. It moved toward her, slow, deliberate, its presence suffocating the light.

Sophie couldn’t move. The whispers were in her ears, her head, her mind, filling every thought with dread.

"You shouldn't have opened it," the voices hissed in unison.

The last thing Sophie saw was the figure looming over her, its cold breath on her neck, just as her grandmother had described. The diary lay open at her feet, the final page blank — waiting for the next entry.

[gothandghoul]

A Novel Night at the Library

The ancient library, a sentinel against the raging winds in the heart of a stormy night, was a place of mystery and intrigue. Its labyrinthine halls, lined with centuries-old tomes and grotesque gargoyle carvings, whispered secrets of forgotten eras. Flickering candles cast long, shifting shadows that danced eerily across the walls. This was no ordinary library; it was a place steeped in history, its very walls echoing with the stories of unexplained disappearances and deaths.

In one dimly lit corner, a group gathered for their clandestine meeting, whispering about their cherished grimoires and ancestral chronicles. The air was heavy with a palpable tension, thickened by an unspoken dread. Among the group sat Clara, her poor eyesight betraying none of her fervent anticipation. She squinted into the darkness, straining to identify the source of a faint, unsettling rustle that echoed eerily through the aisles.

"Do you hear that?" Clara's voice trembled with a mix of fear and awe. The noise, once subtle, like the delicate turning of decayed pages, grew louder and more insistent. It morphed into a menacing flapping, resonating from the library's deepest, most ancient recesses.

Suddenly, a dark creature swooped down, its wings cutting through the air in erratic, disorienting loops around the group. Captivated by its shadowy form, Clara mistook it for an elusive artifact and reached out impulsively. "I've got it!" she exclaimed, her fingers closing around what she believed to be the edge of a long-lost relic. But as she pulled back, realization struck her with chilling clarity—her hand grasped at nothing but the cold, empty air. The beast had vanished into the shadows, leaving only a haunting silence.

The room fell silent, each member holding their breath, terror gripping their hearts as they wondered if they had unwittingly summoned something darker than ancient secrets. With a deafening crash, the room erupted into chaos. The phantom creature, now agitated by the rising whispers and panicked scurrying, began to dart through the air, toppling stacks of books. Hardcovers and paperbacks cascaded like a horrific avalanche, their pages fluttering wildly, creating a scene of utter literary bedlam.

Determined to restore order, the keeper of the tomes—a stout woman with a steely resolve and silver locks—seized the nearest implement that might serve as a weapon against the spectral intruder: a book drop net. What ensued was a chase born of nightmares. The librarian lunged relentlessly, her net slicing through the air with deadly precision, swiping left and right, up and down, yet always missing its elusive target. The entity wove through the library, transforming it into a whirlwind of flapping wings and frantic movement. The club members scattered in every direction, diving under tables, ducking behind chairs, and squeezing into cozy reading nooks, their hearts pounding with an otherworldly dread.

Amidst the turmoil, the creature swooped back toward Clara. She froze, her thick glasses magnifying its monstrous eyes, which now bore into hers with fierce intensity. Paralyzed by its haunting gaze, she let out a blood-curdling scream that reverberated through the rafters like a crack of thunder.

Just as the entity seemed poised to triumph in its frenzied flight, it made a fatal miscalculation, swooping too low. With the precision of a predator, the librarian lunged, bringing the net down in one swift, decisive motion. The colossal bat was trapped in a tangle of mesh and wings, its erratic flapping finally silenced.

As the room held its collective breath, the tension shattered with a unified sigh of relief, swiftly followed by a spontaneous round of applause that roared through the previously eerie silence. The librarian stood victorious, holding up her prize—a symbol of calm restored amidst the chaos.

With the bat safely captured, the group members cautiously emerged from their hiding places, dusting off their clothes and retrieving their scattered tomes.

"Well, this is a night to remember," one member remarked, attempting to lighten the tension with a wry smile.

Adjusting her glasses and shaking her head in disbelief, Clara quipped, "Our library's 'treasures' never cease to amaze. Despite my poor eyesight, it appears this bat—a master of the night—was destined to seek me out."

The keeper of tomes held up the netted bat like a dark trophy. “Meet our new library guardian," she announced with a mischievous grin. Disoriented but undeniably enchanting, the bat blinked at them with wide, curious eyes.

"Don't worry," she assured it softly, "we'll set you free soon to roam the night as you wish.”

A twinkling of silence hung in the air before laughter spread through the group, the tension dissolving into shared relief and amusement.

The night drew to a close with an eerie sense of harmony, a fitting end to an otherworldly gathering. As the mist of laughter and camaraderie settled, whispers of immortalizing the event began circulating among the club members. By dawn, a chilling yet captivating design emerged from the shadows on GothandGhoul.etsy.com—a T-shirt emblazoned with the whimsical bat's face and the cryptic words "Bat Sh*t Crazy." This garment is more than a mere memento; it symbolizes the revelation that growth and unity often arise from the shadows of chaos, leaving behind a newfound appreciation for the shared journey and the unforeseen gifts of the night.

Dare to relive the haunting chaos of that night and claim your own Bat Sh*t Crazy T-shirt. Visit GothandGhoul.etsy.com and become part of our dark, devoted community.

[cameronsbabydoll]

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JJ when he sees Pope comfort creepy reader: 👁️👄👁️

LMFAHAIW

[novelflock]

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[starfxkrinc]

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they talking bot this

OH why not just talk abt it w her then why bring it to me esp in such a vague way

[kjsshelfies]

Genre: Psychological Thriller / Domestic Suspense

Vibes:

• Epistolary thriller meets chilling confessional

• Quiet dread with creeping tension

• Motherhood, morality, and the monsters within

• Feels like: Sharp Objects crossed with a locked diary you shouldn’t open

Best read with: A black coffee, a thunderstorm, and the lights just dim enough to question every sound in your house

My Rating: 4 out of 5 quietly unhinged plot twists

Dear Hanna is an unsettling, slow-burn thriller told through a series of raw, confessional letters from a mother trying to explain the unexplainable. Zoje Stage masterfully crafts a story that’s equal parts intimate and disturbing, peeling back the layers of trauma, guilt, and generational darkness.

You won’t be able to look away—even when you want to. Would absolutely read the rest of her letters, even if it meant losing sleep.

#DearHanna #ZojeStage #BookReview #PsychologicalThriller #DomesticSuspense #EpistolaryNovel #ThrillerBooks #CreepyReads #BooksWithBite #DarkReadsOnly #Bookstagram #CurrentlyReading #BooksAndCoffee #UnreliableNarrator #ElderEmoReads #ReadThisBook #ThrillerTok #WomenWriters #MessedUpButBrilliant

[twistedroadsofmadness]

Get Ready to Be Haunted by the 2024 Edition of A Twisted Halloween

Miss Halloween? A Twisted Halloween 2024 brings 31 bloody, bizarre tales to keep the chills going. With a gruesome Yazgar cover and dark, twisted stories—are you brave enough to read them all? #HorrorStories #CreepyReads #SpookyVibes #Halloween #Horror

[mirandamckenni1]

Liked on YouTube: Animal Abuse on Facebook || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxFkhxmv5D0 || Recently I was contacted by a veterinary technician who, after watching my video on “natural pet health advocate” Dr. Andrew Jones, reached out to let me know there is someone worse. His name is Jeff Hargett and he is the admin of a private Facebook group named ‘Holistic Help for Pets’. Infiltrating and documenting the group activities has been a deeply distressing and emotional experience, invoking feelings of shock, disgust, and sadness at what can only be described as animal abuse. The thought of animals being subjected to harm and suffering, intentionally or not, was difficult to bear, and the knowledge that there are people who actively engage in and promote such behaviour was at times overwhelming.  ----------------------------------------------------------------- Email PowerM1985@Gmail.com --------------------------------------------------- Support Myles Patreon: https://ift.tt/5JKf18d --------------------------------------------------- Additional information Animal Abuse on Facebook https://ift.tt/wINDCj2 ----------------------------------------------------------------- Voice overs by Eggman Waffler https://twitter.com/BrianEggo That Creepy Reading @CreepyReading James Gurney @Jamesrgurney Daniëlle @elle_ectra Sir Sic @SirSicCrusader Michael Kitching @Bio_inspiration Tailed Feature @TailedFeature A Moogle @TheMogMiner ----------------------------------------------------------------- Twitter: https://twitter.com/powerm1985 Facebook: https://ift.tt/VqxrtyX Website: https://ift.tt/Pb4FUac ----------------------------------------------------------------- Intro Music by Michael 'Skitch' Schiciano https://ift.tt/RWSGT7O https://ift.tt/7oesuMf Dreams by Dj Quads https://youtu.be/SrJD8nC_kLM

[lisa-lostinlit]

💬 Give me all your spooky fall book recs! 🍂👻 The Corpse Queen by @heatherherrmanauthor sounds like the PERFECT fall read to me! Honestly, I was completely sold at “grave robbing”!! 💀 Thank you to @PenguinTeen for sending me a copy of the book. Spooky Bitch candle by @bossypantscandle! Use code LIFEINLIT10 for a discount! . . . s u m m a r y : In this dark and twisty feminist historical thriller, a teenage girl starts a new life as a grave robber but quickly becomes entangled in a murderer's plans. Soon after her best friend Kitty mysteriously dies, orphaned seventeen-year-old Molly Green is sent away to live with her "aunt." With no relations that she knows of, Molly assumes she has been sold as free domestic labor for the price of an extra donation in the church orphanage's coffers. Such a thing is not unheard of. There are only so many options for an unmarried girl in 1850s Philadelphia. Only, when Molly arrives, she discovers her aunt is very much real, exceedingly wealthy, and with secrets of her own. Secrets and wealth she intends to share--for a price. Molly's estranged aunt Ava, has built her empire by robbing graves and selling the corpses to medical students who need bodies to practice surgical procedures. And she wants Molly to help her procure the corpses. As Molly learns her aunt's trade in the dead of night and explores the mansion by day, she is both horrified and deeply intrigued by the anatomy lessons held at the old church on her aunt's property. Enigmatic Doctor LaSalle's lessons are a heady mixture of knowledge and power and Molly has never wanted anything more than to join his male-only group of students. But the cost of inclusion is steep and with a murderer loose in the city, the pursuit of power and opportunity becomes a deadly dance. . . . h a s h t a g s : #TheCorpseQueentour #TheCorpseQueen #heatherherrman #PenguinTeen #storygramtours #bookstagram #bookphotography #bookphoto #bookishphotos #creepyreads #fallreads #fallvibes #cozycore #cozyaesthetic #autumnal #librariesofinstagram #totalbooknerd #bookobsessed #bookaholic #readinglist #culturetripbooks #booklover #readmorebooks #bookwormsunite #goodreads #bookreviewer (at Bookstagram) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUFj5cfrGdn/?utm_medium=tumblr

[its-suanneschafer-author]

Book Review: #TheFamilyPlot by @ImMeganCollins. The Addams Family meets true crime television! https://suanneschaferauthor.com/book-review-the-family-plot/ @AtriaBooks

[mastervoluminous]

Introducing Sanguijuela Secrets 🔍

A collection of trivia 🧠 that may or may not relate to the events of #Sanguijuela 🧛, which will be releasing in October 2025❗️

[stoneandseed]

@bibliophilicwitch My read is a free (!!!!!!) book from my local bookstore. Gripping mystery with beautiful writing

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

CALLING ALL HORROR FANS!Don't miss this chilling new release from Cora Masters & Georgia Wells.  Trapped in the Shadows is now live and #free to read with #KindleUnlimited!

Universal: https://geni.us/TrappedShadows I have been broken, but nobody will ever break me again. Not even if I have to break them first.

I’ve been kidnapped. Taken. Woken in a strange place full of pain and horror.

Drake Gorman is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind in the playhouse. That’s what the puppet master calls the place he’s keeping us: the playhouse.

Here, I must endure the puppet master’s game to survive. One of torture, madness, and retribution. Escape might be possible, but only if I’m willing to become as twisted as my captor.

Nothing is off-limits. Not my body, not my mind, and when it comes to Drake, not my heart.

Alone, I don’t think I’d be strong enough to do what must be done, but Drake has proven he’s willing to die for me. What’s more, he’s willing to kill for me, and he won’t leave me here to succumb to the puppet master alone. We’re in this together, whether we escape or go down fighting.

With so much blood, will I be baptized and reborn in it, or will I drown? If I’m not careful I’ll not only lose my heart but my mind as well. #releaseblast #releaseday #booklaunch #bookbirthday #newrelease #nowlive #newbooks #trappedintheshadows #playhouseofhorrors #horror #horrorfiction #scarybooks #creepyreads #books #reading #readers #booklovers #bookbuzz #booknews #bookish

Follow Cora on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15446769.Cora_Masters

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[cameronsbabydoll]

https://www.tumblr.com/cameronsbabydoll/786821168729636864/imagine-creepyreader-but-rafe-catches-her-feeding

pretty sure they means “bones and all” type shit

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[wordynerdbird]

Scare yourself silly with great horror short stories by the Mistress of the Macabre. 😳 😵 #horror #horrorbooks #scary #creepyreads #creepybooks #scarystories #shortstories #darkfiction #horrorlovers #macabre #horrorauthor #instabooks #booksofig #whattoread #readthis #whattoreadnext #readindie #scareyourself #frightnight #chillingreads #authorsofpain #jvlpoet #mistressofthemacabre https://www.instagram.com/p/Bshno2CFFP6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17gbsdmls33wo