Ashley And Nails Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I’m startled awake by a loud scream; the furry thing moves away from me, and the screaming gets louder. I crawl out from under the bed, and Salem is sitting there confused, and my sister Alisha is screaming. I walk over and gently put my hand over her mouth. “It’s Salem. He won’t hurt you, Alisha. He’s come to see me.” Alisha goes from terror to shock. “You spoke to me normally, Ayesha? Does this mean you’re back? You’ve been a zombie. We’ve all been so worried.” Salem nuzzles into me after hearing her words.

I looked down at my hands in the pale moonlight passing through the window. My fingernails were becoming longer, harder. razor-sharp claws that dug into the heavy fabric of the rug. “No… no, not now—” I choked out, scrambling off the bed. My legs shook. I crashed into the cold stone wall, gripping its edges. In the mirror, a stranger stared back: eyes burning gold, veins standing out along my neck. Ash slammed against my ribs in pure rage. *Let me out! They tried to kill us! I’ll rip them apart. Starting with him if he comes!*

Maybe by letting another man bang her, she would at least feel even with Karl because that bastard slept with Lucia too. 'You're not the only one who could do it. I can too...' she murmured depressingly inside her heart, while slowly feeling a hard thing going into her hole and the man on top of her began to thrust steadily. *** The next morning, Ashley woke up to find herself being in a strange place. She had only a vague memory of what happened last night. Something heavy was leaning on her back and when she turned around, she saw a fine-looking man lying behind her. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist. As if that was not shocking enough, she also found that they both were naked

he blew out. Asher stretched his nail on her forehead and sliced it, blood trickled down her face. Asher slid his tongue on it and licked her raw blood. The lady let out a mousy cry as she lost her energy to protest and yell loudly, he dug his teeth in his neck and sucked out her soul and reserved their bodies for his master play.

Her breathing quickened. * The music thudded in her ears. Ashley stood in the middle of the party, the lights flashing in dizzying patterns—purple, red, green—faces blurring into smears of color as they passed her. Laughter echoed somewhere behind her, but it sounded warped, as if underwater. She turned, looking for Maggie. But every time she thought she saw her friend, the figure melted away, replaced by strangers, faceless bodies pressing in close. A cold hand brushed hers. She looked down. A glass sat in her palm, wet and slippery. She didn’t remember taking it, but it was there, the rim cold against her fingers.

The chain is broken. Then Ashlyn cries out as she falls on the floor. Her long nails scrape at her neck as she goes, leaving a big mark.

“She’s gone dark. She doesn’t want to be found.” “I’ll find her anyway,” I said. “Even if it means ripping the forest apart.” His voice dropped. “That forest remembers things we don’t.” Before I could respond— The door flew open. --- Ashley burst in like a tempest of wrath and terror. Her hair flew, cheeks flared, her boots were stained with dirt. Leaves were wound in her scarf, and her eyes were with something which it was too large to be called. “She’s burning,” she said, voice sharp as glass. “In my dreams. Nicholas, she’s screaming.”

she whispered, aghast. James felt the sudden alarm within her. His senses went on alert. "What, what is it?" he shuffled out from underneath of her to look outside. He then saw the two forms that looked like large dogs that were running towards the house from the park. "What the fuck?" "Werewolves," Ashley said, her voice taking on a hard edge. "Stay here, I'll take care of them," Ashley said getting up from the bed. She flexed her hands once and long nails sprouted out like claws.

“Ashley has been sabotaging the company. The design theft. The rumors about the company, investors pulling out. She orchestrated all of it. I don’t know why-” Bruce no longer listened to DJ. His mind traveled back in time. “Ashley is Lilian and she’s out to get us.” He recalled Rachel’s words. “Oh God!” He gasped. Fear and shock mixed together made the hairs on his neck stand erect. The room suddenly turned eerie, spooky and even ghostly. Bruce’s breath heightened. His eyes widened like saucers, he inhaled and exhaled like a fish out of water. Ghost. He had seen a ghost. He had dined with a ghost. He had become infatuated with a ghost.

She said and then she shut her eyes. Her finger nails started to grow longer, they became claws. Her toe nails too grew longer and a star symbol appeared on her forehead. Her canine teeth started developing into fangs. Two short horns appeared on her head and her ears changed. They looked more like that of a goblin. Ashley's hands trembled and her phone fell off her hand. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. The color of her eyes had turned red. Ashley let out a gasp. "Run!" Henry pulled her hands but her legs were stiff. She couldn't move an inch.