11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

It was crisp, detailed, and utterly terrifying. Below the image, a message blinked, the characters appearing one by one as if typed by a ghost: “The glass is thinner than you think, Mara. Elias is a dead man walking, and he’s taking you into the grave with him. You have twenty-four hours. Leave him, or you will be the next thing he buries.”

One mile. I stumble over a cracked piece of sidewalk. I catch myself, scraping my hands raw on the concrete, but I don't stop. I can't stop. Not yet. "Just a little further," I pant, as the taste of copper fills my mouth. "Just... hold on." Cars rush past me, spraying dirty water onto my legs. No one stops. Why would they? I look like a madwoman. A wet, bedraggled ghost running through a hurricane. At half a mile, my vision starts to tunnel. The edges of the world go black, and the whirring in my chest is getting louder, drowning out the thunder. It sounds like a grinding gear.

(Warning: This chapter contains elements of violence, gore, and 18+. These are all imaginary elements and should not be applied to reality.) At Lentia, the howl of a wolf from somewhere made Alice a little uneasy, looking up at the cold night sky. Alice put on a long coat and a hat that covered her face, sat on the carriage, and silently moved to a place not too far from her inn. She walked down at the beginning of the alley. Alice looked at this familiar, dark and damp sloped alley, each step down making her feel disgusted and nauseous.

The distance between them was shorter than he thought. “That’s not much. We still have around five miles left before we reach Salstar.” Trenton considered the options they have. They don’t have that many left. Werewolves can run at a top speed for a short time or keep a steady pace for a long time to cross long distances.

I whisper, "We're going to go down there, okay? We'll be safe." My Maddox nods, the fear in his eyes still evident, but this time, it’s accompanied with hope. As I ease myself and my Maddox down into the darkness of the storm cellar. The door closes behind us, sealing us in a world of shadows. The dim light of a single, flickering lantern hanging on the wall barely penetrates the oppressive gloom of the cellar as my Maddox and I huddle together. I clutch my Maddox’s hand tighter, afraid of being separated from him, as I lead the way through the labyrinthine corridors of the cellar. My fingers brush against the cold, damp stone walls as we move cautiously in search of the tunnel that’ll lead

I remembered that Night Wanderers forsook their identity for their mission. What a life. My phone rang and I hastily checked who it was. Miles. "Speak." "They are everywhere, man," Miles said. "Who?" "The witches, it's like a fucking comic convention, man, shit!" Miles chuckled and I realised he was enjoying himself. "They are planning something big," I said. "Want me to go find out?" The desperation in his voice was evident. He loved going on adventures. "Nope. Get the mountain ash, fast! A body was dropped here with hidden messages burnt on the body." I hated being vulnerable like this.

"But I have to say, after I refused, Quincy’s service attitude changed completely. Woke up this morning and she was gone." Aaron laughed and cursed, "No surprise there! Those camping girls may charge three thousand a day, but their real money comes from fooling men into buying memberships." "Speaking of which, you’ve been spending big lately, haven’t you? I heard membership starts at thirty thousand. You must have topped up a lot," I probed, eyeing him. "Won the lottery," Aaron replied with a laugh, then fell silent. "Yeah, right," I scoffed, knowing full well how rigged those were, but I let it go.

Adonis I keep going up the empty path. Everyone was on a shift inside the mansion or with the Lord in the hall in the Crite. When I reach the halfway point to my destination, something grabs me from behind. It happens so fast! The next thing I know, my neck is being ripped off my body and I am no longer breathing! LD