CreepVille Horror Stories
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Dark, chilling, and unforgettable horror stories filled with suspense, paranormal terror, haunted legends, and nightmare-fueled twists that will leave your spine tingling and your heart racing till the final word.
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The Seamstress in the Dark
It started with a hum. Not the low mechanical kind from washing machines or old pipes. This was soft. Almost like a lullaby. Sweet and strange, floating just above the edge of hearing. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t gone downstairs alone that night.
By CreepVille Horror Stories6 months ago in Fiction
Don’t Look Into Her Eyes
THE GIRL WITH TICKING EYES I live in a small town in Indiana. Quiet place. Nothing much happens here, except for whispers—stories no one likes to repeat when the sun goes down. Behind my school, there's a crumbling orphanage. The roof has collapsed in some parts, windows are shattered, and vines twist around the structure like it’s trying to strangle what’s left. Nobody goes near it. Not even the stray dogs.
By CreepVille Horror Stories6 months ago in Fiction
The Nun in the Dark
It was Ava’s first week in Willow Creek, a quiet, fog-covered town buried deep in Indiana. She had moved there for a fresh start, a slower life, and a clean break from the noise of the city. Her aunt had left her a small cottage near the edge of town, close to the woods. The place felt old and forgotten, like time moved differently there.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Fiction
He Followed Me Home — A Chilling Tale of Stalking and Fear
I live on the edge of a quiet highway town in northern Utah. There’s not much here—just a few stores, truck stops, and rundown motels clinging to the side of the highway like forgotten relics. Dirt roads branch off to lead into the outskirts, where scattered homes sit on acres of forest and overgrown fields. My home is one of them. Remote, peaceful, isolated. Most days, that’s exactly how I like it.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Horror
AM I PREETY? 😈😈
The night air in the small village of Sakamura hung heavy with fog. Crickets had long gone quiet, and even the wind seemed afraid to whisper. Beneath a pale moon, narrow streets wound between old houses like veins, pulsing with a fear no one dared to name.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Horror
The Woman at the Door
I was twelve when I first saw her. It was a rainy Thursday night, the kind where thunder rumbled so loud the windows shook. I had just gotten out of the shower, and the house was already too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your chest feel heavy, like the air itself is warning you to run.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Horror
