April Fools Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I saw Cool shifted his eyes when he saw me shivering. 'What's wrong?' he asked with his brows furrowed, I just shook my head trying to make the image go away and to assure him at the time. "Well, don't take it literally," Hailec interjected that caught back our attention. "Fooleys don't literally gobbled up mundanes. As I've said before, we must mask Sassy's scent because these creatures feed up with mundane souls. We, Fantasians have a different scent from the mundane in a Fooleys' perspective." he explained but Sassy and I just stared at him in confusion.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

“Luna Mona wants to know if you still want to have that talk after supper. She wasn’t sure if you would still want to after them leaving.” “I’m fine, besides talking about history and weird supernatural things will be fun,” Heather answers her. “Umm...” April leans over onto Heather’s shoulder. “...Heather we are the weird supernatural things, we’re werewolves, remember.” My sister, always the smart ass. “I’ll go get my car,” Meg says. “Heather you call Lyla, see if there is anything she needs from town before we head out. April, are you coming with us?”

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

'Screw it, it's just sugar right. She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words. The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through. *DO DRUGS AND NO UNDERAGE DRINKING. APOLOGIES TO ANY OFFENCE CAUSED WITH THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER.* COMMENT, VOTE AND SHARE ♥️♥️♥️

“There’s something more down there, off to the east. I could feel a rush of wind, air, and the scent of those things.” “The tales of creatures from underground are always of tiny monsters that are like moles or worms.” August headed to the door of the Fogou. “Yes, well, not this time. Maybe they got their stories wrong, huh?” “Maybe.” The evening upon them, August stretched and they both turned toward the crashing in the forest nearby. He focused on Flavius, who couldn’t seem to find anything to do with his hands but wring them together. “What’s your problem?” Flavius shook his head. “I can’t stop shaking.”

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Had I known? Just like the game of the lost souls, I shall walk through the woods before sunrise without food and water. I shall walk until I'm punished enough. I have taken five bottles of grog, I want to be so drunk when the undertaker approaches me and I shall recite our poem to him. Yours love abuser, Marcelo Depinn. 'PREPARE FOR THE UNKNOWN BY STUDYING HOW OTHERS IN THE PAST HAVE COPED WITH THE UNFORESEEABLE AND THE UNPREDICTABLE.'