All Creepypasta Characters Novels & Stories

And then there is Charlotte and her wolf! Yesterday she had another episode. Yeah, she thought she was done with that but apparently, she wasn’t. This time it was in her sleep. She was in a dream but she somehow knew it was a message. She was alone in a dark room with just one big door in the middle of the wall. One by one, creatures after creatures started coming out of the big door. It began with a werewolf, then fairy, vampire, werecat and so on. She stood there horrified in the middle of the room, as one after another several versions of her came out spilling from that door. Within a few minutes, the whole room was filled with people…or rather just her.

"You have been a good girl." Immediately, there was a knock on the door. "That must be your new companion." He gagged her once again and put on his shorts then left the room. Later, Liana was taken to the dark room. There was a man wearing a mask. Next to him was a girl tied to a metallic chair. Liana recognized her immediately. She was a friend to Gina. It was Hellen and she was unconscious.

A handful of players were in my school and literally no one apart from Laura, and now that pesky Beverly knew me as the carver. The nurse and the fairy still had their identities unknown. Both were probably females too. Killing them might prove to be the most fun I'll have in ages! I planned to make this pathetic little town my own paradise. Well, for now that is.... I sat up to wear my shoes, I was already ready for school. I guess Belle Franchester got lucky this time.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

"Besides, they're kind of cute." It was a testament to how much demonic energy was coursing through Jonathan's body that the young woman thought her new companions were 'cute'. Lesser demons tended to be some of the ugliest creatures imaginable with thin gaunt bodies, sunken dead eyes—when they had eyes—and rotted skin that occasionally just sloughed off as they slowly grew. "They don't have any motives. They're barely more than husks driven by the basest of instincts," Jonathan said with a raised brow. "They're only around you because you protect them."

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

I say in a wavering whisper. "I trust you Mack, this is the second time I've been able to calm you down from the bloodlust," Anita says in a soothing whisper, wiping my eyes. I clench my hands in tight fists as I can still smell the blood. I look over at Charlie and she's holding a paper bag with a butcher's logo on it. "You can't walk up to a blood thirsty vampire with fresh blood exposed. I didn't notice the bag before, I thought you were bleeding," I say quietly and she nods vigorously. I point to the bag and ask, "Is that pigs blood?"

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."