11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I muttered. Miles laughed, his hand brushing against mine as we moved deeper into the library, the shelves towering around us, the air thick with the scent of parchment and dust. "Yeah," he said, his voice soft. "But you’ll get there." The library was a maze of shadows and whispered secrets, the towering shelves casting long, shifting shapes across the floor. Miles moved with purpose, his steps sure as he navigated the stacks, his fingers trailing along the spines of the books like he was reading their souls.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

My breath hitched. The world disappeared. Then— Cold. A chilling wind brushed against my skin. I opened my eyes slowly and froze. I wasn’t in the room anymore. I stood in a vast empty space. Endless grey stretched in every direction. The ground beneath my feet looked like mist solidified. The air was silent. No sound. No movement. Just emptiness. “Liam?” I called softly. I heard something. Not a voice. A sound. Breathing. Uneven. Shaky.

Immediately his red eyes met hers, she gasp and spite out another bunch of blood before falling back to her seat as her view turn blurry. The last thing she saw was the wolf rushing towards her And she is scared that it might eat her up, they are all monsters, how did she end up with this beast ** Alexis walks down the dark alley, the wind is cold and her body is shivering. She hugs herself tight due to cold and the worst part is that the cloth she is wearing is so light and is also a short sleeve making her to quiver more in cold

I crawled back in an attempt to get away. Moonlight filled the forest. The light had a shade of red and I was too preoccupied with trying not to get eaten to check why. The animal with bright green eyes moved closer and with the light I saw what it was. It was a wolf. It was larger than the average wolf. This thing was huge...but not a huge as the exaggarated ones in the movies i.e Twilight. Still it was pretty big. They were pretty big. I am dead. After seventeen years and eleven months and some days my life had come to a sudden and untimely end. This is it!

Three miles is not far. Three miles in the same dress you nearly died in, through a city that has no idea anything happened, is a considerable distance. Moonfall was doing what Moonfall does at seven in the morning. Shutters going up. A dray blocking Cooper Street the way a dray has blocked Cooper Street every morning of my two lives. A woman I have bought ribbon from since I was twelve, sweeping her step, who looked straight at me and past me because a lady with salt in her hair and blood on her hem is not a lady she knows.

Out of curiosity and fear of his pursuers, he crawled through the tunnel. He crawled for what seemed like hours. The farther he went, the longer the tunnel seemed to stretch. Just when he saw the tunnel coming to an end, he saw that the tunnel split to his right and to his left. He stopped to think. Which one should he take? It might be a diversion. Who dug this tunnels anyway and why is it so well-hidden from the rest of the world? Was the creator also a fugitive? Where does it lead to? Wilson had myriad questions in his head but no answers to any of them. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and moved towards his right. He crawled for what seemed like some extra hours. This time

*Poppy* As I entered the dense and eerie forest at night, the darkness enveloped me like a heavy cloak. The trees loomed overhead, casting long, shadowy shapes that seemed to shift and dance in the faint moonlight. Twigs cracked beneath my feet, and the rustling of leaves in the breeze sounded like whispers in the darkness. Each step felt heavy with the weight of the unknown, and every distant hoot of an owl or rustle in the underbrush sent shivers down my spine. Despite the creepiness, there was a strange allure to the mysterious atmosphere of the forest, which drew me deeper and deeper into its depths.

I am truly taken aback by this girl,what can I possibly do to help her? The servants tell me that she leaves the Manor in the dead cold of night and walks around the grounds while speaking to herself.The snow which has fallen does not even deter her.What frightens me the most though is that the servants tell me she rambles on about magic and the dark arts in her sleep,calling out the names of creatures not of this world.I no longer think I have the strength to deal with her. January 01, 1811

The lack of lighting was messing with my concentration, only giving me more unnecessary goosebumps. Two steps backward, my arms touched another thick hedge. Leaves and stems rustled against my body. The nippy breeze, to my ears, sounded like it whistled. Shit! Why did it have to be this cold tonight? This place just gave me major creeps. "No need to panic." Just breathe. Calm down... "Oh shit." What was that? Something nearby made loud crackling noises, like that of dry stalks being stomped on. The hairs on my nape stood up. "Please be Miles. Please be Miles..."