April Fools Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

The werewolf howling at the moon growling baying, softly croons, a clown I think might be a goon, the wicked hour coming soon, cackling witches laugh & snicker spirits run & candles flicker demons plot, giggle... ... snicker, rubbing hands, they fight & bicker, Hehehe... I must admit their kinda spooky Some are cute and kinda kooky, To me look like a bunch of groupies, Ha ha, good one poet! Oh, well thanks! I give my stick another flick, I guess I gotta few more tricks!? as fires dance in flaming licks,

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

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.

He dropped his school bag on the floor, beside his bed, went straight to his desktop system and typed the keywords: ‘Killer in Crescent creek’ From what Alonso read, the story of the Crescent creek killer was about a child who was born reputedly hideous, so ugly; his face scared the people that lived in crescent creek, but what seemed weird to him about the story was the fact it was based on what reportedly took place in the fifteenth century in a town called Old crescent. The boy, whose name was not mentioned, was forced to live alone, abandoned by his family and friendless. He usually lived around the swampy area in Old crescent, where an uninhabited cabin stood. The residents later starte

Fated to me for all of eternity. HELLO! THIS IS A AUTHORS NOTE. I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE LAST UPDATE BY REFERRING TO APRIL AS A WOLF. THAT'S A MISTAKE. I'M CURRENTLY WRITING TWO BOOKS(ONE IS ON ANOTHER PLATFORM) AND WHILE TRYING TO BEAT DEADLINES, I OFTEN MISTAKE THE TWO STORIES FOR ONE ANOTHER, HENCE THAT MISTAKE. I'M VERY SORRY FOR THAT MIX UP. APRIL IS HUMAN, THAT HAS BEEN THE MAIN PLOT OF THE BOOK SINCE WE STARTED.

Plain to see they were both already picturing how nice it’d look a quote from such a TV celeb on their website. We agreed they’d be starting bringing materials and stuff over the next days, to start working on April’s fool, I mean, the first. They apologized one last time and left. “Thank you, Mike,” I said as they drove away. “Anytime, Miss,” he replied, finally letting out the chuckle he’d been fighting back. “That Mr. Price has some temper, huh?” “Don’t say.” I was climbing the steps to the porch when my phone said, “Wait.”

“Doesn’t matter. Now that we destroyed that stupid statue, Hughley can get us out of here. Come on let us go find him “June said. She said those words, the ground underneath them began to rumble. Only this time, humanoid creatures with pointy ears and grey, purple skin sprouted out of the ground. “How the heck is Trask doing this? “June asked. “Let’s not wait long enough to find out,” April G said The girls ran out of the Dean’s office ask the demonic horde broke through the school walls to apprehend them. “I do not think these guys are going to let us walk away,” Madison said to her sisters.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.