11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Twelve hours. That's how long it took before I came across my first scent. I had been running- trying to figure out where I was in the meantime. I didn't think this through. I had no clue if I was going in the right direction. I just know I had to put some miles between me and the vampire's den. My legs felt like breaking. I was pushing everything I had and felt like it wasn't enough. A wolf can cover a lot of ground within twelve hours.

For over three hours, Miles and I went through several sites, a series of articles, and other ancient scrolls placed online. It was frustrating, not motivating, and draining for me but I kept up. I’d do anything to get rid of this body and come back home. While Miles kept working on the laptop, I was busy with the computer. Around 1 am, my attention was drawn to something. “Come check this out!” I called out to Miles who had since gone to the bed to lie because he was tired of sitting. He dropped the laptop and came to me. “Look here!” I traced the writing on the screen. “This article talks about a property that sits at a crossroads. The article was written in 1929 and uploaded on the intern

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.

"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..."

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.

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.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

an enthusiastic voice cried. “That looks totally creepy” Mary whispered, visibly frightened. Creepy was obviously not the greatest word to describe it, thought Summer. The mill was gigantic, debris had fallen off in places, it seemed the whole structure would crumble and cave in at any movement. Summer couldn’t help notice how isolated and lonely it was, standing on its own; no human existence ever seemed traceable. It was a shock to see that time had stood still. It was even more of a shock to hear a voice scream. At first it didn’t register, but after a few seconds of staring at the others, Summer realized that the scream had not escaped from them, but from something else. Even worse

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

I crept over to the sounds, tiptoeing into a thin gap through which I could peek into a big hall. I heard a snarling grunt out of nowhere. Instantly, chills rushed down my spine, and every strand of hair on my body lifted. The grunt reminded me of the Lycans, or perhaps just cannibals like me? I couldn't find my way. To my horror, footsteps - Dryad footsteps - echoed from not far away. Once more, I glanced into the crack. I peered inside the crack and witnessed something incredible. My pupils dilated.