Novel & Cerita 11 Miles Creepypasta

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.

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.

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..."

Liam, marginally alarmed, allows Celeste to racket onto his back. Felix gives me an uplifting grin, then, at that point, charges through the backwoods. It requires a second for my psyche to conform to the speed, however, at that point, I'm completely ready, glancing around. There's an inexpensive food station just pretty far from here. Is it squarely in the center of the timberland? Up to this point, we have been going for just about fifty miles I haven't seen anything. I cast a fast look at Liam, which before long develops into an extended gaze. I appreciate his muscles, which are swelling as he applies them. His shining blue hair sparkles as gem beads dance down each strand.

Life and Death April 25, 2009 (Close to midnight) Lucille I set foot in the dark foreboding tunnel and immediately grabbed Jasper’s arm. The coldness and dank stale air made it hard to breathe. Boo pointed the flashlight ahead and I swallowed hard seeing the long path with the light only reaching a few meters. The rest was pitch dark and made me think of the movie I am Legend. Like at any moment we would run into zombies lurking in the dark and waiting to bite our necks off. My heart pounded in my ears and I breathed deeply and fast, but no air seemed to reach my lungs. The tight and narrow space, only good for two people widthwise, made me dizzy. I had no choice but to hold on tighter to J

I continue to ponder these thoughts as I feel sleep weighing on me. The moon shone brightly overhead, the sound of growls and shrieks of pain echoed across the woods. A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me not to go towards the noise, but my body started running. The noise became louder as I got closer, I saw hundreds of wolves and vampires fighting; there were many bodies of both laying limp on the ground, I fell to my knees, seeing my brothers and even my father’s bodies... I felt a piercing in my heart and it shattered; I couldn’t breathe, tears started pouring from my eyes, and without a second thought, I screamed. The fighting stopped; when I opened my eyes, everyone was gone, even