11 Miles Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

I felt the tension in the room going away and I was glad we set things clear. “What do you have?” I asked him. Miles cleared his throat loudly and began to rub his palms against each other vigorously. “So I’ve been going to supernatural sites, folklore sites and also reading about ancient curses that have to with body swaps.” I was paying keen attention. “Nathan has been helpful too. He sent a couple of materials and has asked me to research on original curse sites.” He then pulled out a cabinet. “I wrote the web address here. You know it’s kind of weird. I never knew such things could be found online.”

And behind us— Site Eleven folded into itself with a sound like a scream. Nyx’s laughter followed us for miles. Cliffhanger Ending: In the rearview mirror, I watched the earth split open. And from it… Something crawled free. Not Nyx. Not human. But wearing my face.

He doesn’t say why. He doesn’t need to. The air tastes different here. Colder. Metallic. Not fresh blood—but old. Layered. Like this land has seen war more than once. We’re close to the mountain line now. I can feel it in the way the wind shifts—cooler currents spilling down from higher ground. Seventy-five miles. We can make it. If we don’t stop. If we don’t— Mae stumbles. Not from exhaustion. From distraction.

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 I don't know how long this daylight spell lasts, but once it ends Leland will be after me, and with his superseded it won't take long to find me.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

He shakes his head as he whimpers into his hands. “You have two minutes and when I come back your attitude better have changed or I will change it for you.” I jog in a hurry down the hall to my office. I need a notebook and pen. Most links can only be created within a three hundred mile radius of the person creating it. Anything longer creates physical issues and for some permanent damage to their brain.

"Hailings to all of you, Student No. 1, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 12, and 13 — the ill-fated souls who have chosen to venture into this domain of misery and desolation. You now locate yourselves at the final phase of your tests and trials, the Midday Mile." "The Midday Mile was a racetrack of horrors and damnation nestled deep within the bowels of Hell itself. As you set foot upon the cracked, dry earth of the track, the sulfurous fumes burn your nostrils and the screams of the tortured fill the air. Before you lies a grueling mile-long obstacle course filled with unimaginable terrors meant to test your resilience in the face of misery..."

"We'll never get free~ Lamb to the slaughter~ What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?~ Hi there, little lamb." Miles flinched as soon as he heard the first sentence, but he didn't get too much time to react as he was grabbed by both of his arms immediately. "Let go of me." And here forgot, it's not just Lucas, there are other monsters too. "Come on, I'm not that bad looking that you have to flee every time you see me." Josh pouted, skipping close to Miles's face. "Look at you, still trying to run away."

Miles oozed his way behind Lainie, leaning in and sniffing at her back as if savoring the aroma of a buffet he was about to enjoy. Lainie closed her eyes, doing her best not to shiver at how creepy Miles seemed right then. This was getting out of hand fast, and her father was leaving her little room for diplomacy. This was more than just creepy; it was disgusting. "Um, no," Lainie said, her impatience in every word. "I already know everything I need to know about Miles." "Good, then that saves us even more time," her father said, grinning as if all his plans were just falling into place.

Right now, I feel like someone is here for me, not in a positive way, of course. With a chill running down my spine, I cautiously slipped out of bed, my feet barely making a sound on the cold floor. The dim light from the moon spilled into the hallway as I crept forward, my ears strained to catch the elusive sound. Each step felt like a tentative exploration into the unknown. I hesitated at the entrance to the living room, bathed in the faint glow of the moon. The furniture stood silent, and the curtains swayed gently, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The mysterious noise returned, a ghostly echo that seemed to defy explanation.

Something was crawling out—slowly, deliberately. A figure emerged, its shape human but wrong. Its limbs were too long, its movements jerky like a marionette. Its face was blank, featureless, except for two deep hollows where eyes should have been. Mia let out a strangled scream. “Run!” They didn’t need to be told twice. The group took off down the street, their footsteps echoing in the empty night. The thing behind them let out a distorted wail, a sound that made their ears ring and their hearts race faster.