Novel & Cerita April Fools Creepypasta

Most of the words had blurred into nothing. Then the old flip phone in my pocket began to buzz. It was chipped and outdated, the phone I kept only so my family could reach me. A text from Claire lit up the screen. *'Mason, I’m out of town on business. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.* *Don’t worry. Anyone who bullies you or spreads rumors about you will regret it.'* I looked down at the dark ink running across the pavement and the foul-smelling bundle of wet paper in my hands.

Dela’s lips spread into a sinister smile. “Mel, help me, Please!” Audra screamed. I looked around frantically. “It’s not real. It’s not real.” I chanted to myself. Squeezing my eyes shut, I covered my ears, shaking my head. Audras screamed pierced through my covered ears. My eyes shot open. A disgusting creature stood before me, taking the place of Dela, it's back facing me. It was covered in spikes. Puss-filled sacks covered its body. It’s armed long and boney. Its claws crusted with blood. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air and a sour taste settled on my tongue. Its hair was patchy and oily. Its skin grey.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

My voice cracks, tears streaming down my face as I reach for him, but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the shadows that surround me. The darkness shifts again, and new figures emerge—strange, twisted creatures, their faces constantly changing, morphing from one person I know to another. They loom over me, their bodies formless but their presence suffocating, oppressive. Their voices are a cacophony of whispers. “You’re cursed, Astrid,” one of the creatures hisses, its face flickering between my mother’s and a faceless void. “The curse has always been inside you, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment. And now it’s awake.”

"And always remove the price tag." "Ohh. Maybe we can go together sometime." Amelia says. "We are not really good at picking out clothes." She admits. "Yes we are." Cassandra protests her sister. "It's just difficult to be around people." It takes me a moment to realize what she's talking about. People are not exactly nice to them even when it's only in their minds. I remember the first time I met them and how I was instantly informed of their famous nickname, the Rosemont Weirdos. Now I know what a curse and a blessing this mind reading thing can be.

they entered a window less locked room which was supposed to have been broom closet, but is never quite used because it's annoying to climb all the way. Entering the child sized room, she set her bag aside and pulled out the beach chair she bought. It is a cheap roadside version. It's perfect for the time being. She settled down on the chair, put her phone on silent, started typing away. Yanlong - Girls..! I am not in a position to talk. Text only. Yanlong - First, I sent an e-mail at four in the morning. Did you read it? She has explained all about the apocalypse in the mail. She only hoped they believed her. She started from the first text Huomei sent.

That this was all a joke and a fucked up one at that. I pulled my hands out of her grip and placed them back upon my lap. “I’m sorry. But it’s true. I cannot lie to you.” She whispered as she raised her head. April breathed out with sorrow, “Please Millie, believe us.” “So, let me get this straight. You both think you are witches, and these three idiots believe they are werewolves?” I spat, resorting to name-calling. “Who are you calling an idiot!” Kieran objected with what sounded like a growl.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."