11 Miles Creepypasta Novels & Stories

One so thick— I couldn’t see a soul on the bus, except for murmurs that still grounded me from shrieking out in fright. A cold creepy song began playing lowly as the bus geared ahead into motion, its brake yanking forward so snappily, I nearly jumped. A minute or two in, and a huge wave of drowsiness slammed into my senses, I gripped my head sharply while forcing my heavy eyelids to keep open, but darkness won. The next time I became conscious of my environment, the voice was announcing. “Step out of the bus players—in a single file. The mansion is just ten minutes away at the hilltop.”

As the wave of monsters started to get closer to the carriage, the passengers once again had their hearts in their throats. Caspian quietly stood on top of the carriage as if he were a statue, and it was as if he became one with the surroundings. When the carriage was less than ten kilometers away from Mirefield Gate, they were still 30 kilometers away from the wave of monsters! When the carriage was five kilometers away from Mirefield Gate, the wave of monsters was 13 kilometers behind them! Caspian could greatly feel the wave of monsters' sudden increase in speed. It was like raging waves, slamming one tide after another, and it almost made everyone's heart jump out from their throat.

Darkblood Count SMILED. [Okay, this little she-wolf might actually be onto something. No one survives him this long.] That eerie system voice woke me up again: [Initial players: 30. Current players: 15.] One night in, and five were monster food. Three others? They must've gone through something awful. Fear ratings hit 100. Then I got a message from one of the mages, Mara: [Yaya, are you okay? I should've warned you. The first three days, you have to bond with your 'family' fast. This is everything I know—take it as an apology for forcing you onto the 30th floor.]

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

On the other side of the story, the more hours he wasted, the earlier he perished as the new generation of wolves was befallen into a system where payments made for werewolves to buy their essentials, leisure, and entertainment were the time they earned from those humans we saved. Twenty-four hours later. Nicholas solemnly rested his exhausted body on the soft-scented mattress in his apartment in New York City. After the eight-hours long travel, he could not expect it would have drained his energy even if he was simply sitting on the bus. Unfortunately, he was forced to wake up when his phone rings continuously. "What?" Nicholas moaned irritatingly. "Dude, are you back in your apartment now?

I asked myself anxiously. I took a deep breath and started walking according to the map. As I reached halfway to his house, I began walking on Mile road, which is the scariest road of Herington. I picked up speed and walked briskly to reach to the end of that road. As I took out my phone to check the location once again, I heard a loud noise. It was a howl. I trembled and my phone fell down. It was a doleful cry that I have never heard before. I couldn’t take a step ahead and stood there stunned.

With hesitant steps, they ascended the creaking stairs, the darkness pressing in on them The attic floorboards groaned under their weight as Evie and Liam crept towards the source of the growl. The flashlight beam danced erratically, throwing grotesque shadows on the dusty furniture and cobwebbed corners. Each creak of the floorboards, each gust of wind whistling through the broken window, amplified the tension gnawing at their nerves.

[Region Announcement: Attention, all players in Zone C-996. [Your current location is the Zombie Wasteland. The Gray Mist has begun spreading. Distance to your starting point: 30 km.] [Spread speed: 30 km/h.] [Start your engines and flee immediately. If the Gray Mist catches you, nothing will remain.] 'One hour? Thirty kilometers an hour?' Jake's mind raced. If his vehicle had only 10 km of range, even if he floored it, he'd be dead in the water within ten minutes. Once he stalled, the Gray Mist would swallow him whole.

It made her shriek dropping all apples on the floor. Miles climbed down from the tree, giving Angela a confused look before picking the apples back up. “Do not eat those apples.” The words of the strange evil voice made Miles drop the apples in fear. Angela walked closer to Miles, holding and squeezing his hand. “Let us get out of here,” Angela said as Miles agreed immediately. They were about to make a run for it but something appeared making both of them scream like people that had just seen ghosts. The scream was so loud, Justin and Kale heard it from where they were.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.