11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

When Spider finally gave me the signal, I went to the library to find a book to read and kill the time. I had only been in the reading nook for seventeen minutes—yes, I was counting—before Miles snuck into the library. “I didn’t know you were much of a reader.” He remarked, shutting the door behind him. “I’m not.” It was only the safest way to get him alone. The library was the least visited spot in the house, as well as the one place Spider and I could comfortably sneak in with our prior experience. Spider had given Miles my message and helped him sneak in—after disarming him, I hope.

who hate werewolves out there, if I have enough bad luck and run into one of them instead of someone friendly, I know I don't have the strength to protect myself. I urge my wolf to start moving on and find a road. She reluctantly gets up and we follow the smell of exhaust and gasoline. We finally reach a road and thankfully don't have to follow it long before we find a sign. Tennessee! We're two states away from our territory! This is bad. I don't know how long this daylight spell lasts, but once it ends Leland will be after me, and with his superseded it won't take long to find me. Even though I'm hiding my aura, he can cover a lot of ground and there's a high chance he'll run into me just

I resisted the urge to look back, to see if anyone was watching from the windows. The drive would take about three hours, Miles had said. Three hours north into the mountains, into increasingly remote territory, until we reached the cabin his dad's friend owned and occasionally lent out. Three hours to mentally prepare myself for whatever this weekend would bring. Miles had clearly made a playlist for the drive. The music started as soon as we hit the highway. "This okay?" he asked, gesturing to the speakers. "Perfect. Very on-theme."

"With my recent findings of Pastonville's mysteries. Especially what happened tonight; the tremors, the loud shrill, everyone has fallen asleep from all this, the mysterious red light. I concur that this is a work of some kind of alien race. Hiding and covering their evidence while trying to take over the town. And that's their phase one before taking over the country. And then...the world! And we're gonna find out." "Or it could be Mythologicals not Extraterrestrials...." Maddie stated bluntly, sticking her tongue out at him. "Shut up. No, it isn't." The three geeks hid amongst the old pines and dry dead oak trees, witnessing an entirely unimaginable scene they first met. "Quick! Hide!" Dor

Fast. The tunnel sloped down, the walls damp and crumbling. My breath echoed around me, shallow and quick. Behind us, distant thuds. The basement door was under attack. “How far does it go?” I asked, voice shaky. “Half a mile,” Liam said. “We have to keep—” A blast shook the tunnel. The sound of concrete splintering. “They’re inside!” Scarlett snapped. We ran. Liam grabbed my hand, urging me forward. “Faster!”

Lia I saw the town in the distance, and it made me sick to my stomach. The town was the definition of a ghost town. There wasn’t anyone around, and I swear I saw a tumbleweed drift by. It was like I had stepped into some creepy horror movie with western undertones. My magic was crackling at my fingertips, prepared and ready. A rustling reached my ears. I cried out, sending a blast of energy toward the overgrown grass. A squirrel scurried out, the edge of its tail singed.