Best Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I turned around to find the source of the voice The guy who was standing there was smirking at me he had pale skin beautiful ice-blue eyes and jet-black hair with beautiful lips "Who are you?" He smirked in my direction "common cupcake why don't we take a walk I'll tell you everything you wanna know " "Who are you?" I asked again He started walking towards me I started stepping back He is extremely good looking but he is a creeper "common cupcake come with me," he said in a melodious voice with glowing eyes What the! Is he trying to hypnotize me? That's when I heard a howl in the distance "guess we have an unwanted guest," the creeper said sadly

-Hello," someone spoke. It was a slow voice, full of whispers. It was more of a whisper. -Who are you? -I went deeper. In the curtains of the bathroom, in the bathtub, there was a black shadow. So I guessed that's where the creepy thing was. When the woman's fingers grabbed the curtain and began to pull it back, my skin crawled all over. Her hand was completely rotten and her nails were broken and long. I stepped back because the truth was already scaring me. -What are you looking for here? -I asked in a whisper. -I want... a soul.

"12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—" ~MY BOY, I REALLY MISS YOU~ "Fuck!! I swear to god..." Creed bit his own lips to keep himself conscious. "I will burn down this forest one day if you don't stop that shit..." Creed was struggling for some unknown reason. He wanted to look back, but he knew he must never do that. Creed had already read about the Necrosis Forest in Glitch Forum, so he knew what was going on with him. Necrosis Forest was one of the most notorious places in the Glitch. The atmosphere inside the Forest was very creepy.

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enough to keep her distance from him. While she looked for her mate, the creepers blocked the way from the opposite side. The guy was nowhere to be found. Did he escape? It is quite possible as before, survivors leave a bet behind to escape such conditions. “Motherfucker!!!” she cursed inside her head. The level 2 creeper jumped out of the crowd and stood a few meters away from the little survivor. She wasn’t ready and the poisonous tail swept the floor, throwing her into a random jewelry showroom.

“Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.” He thinks this is hilarious. But my heart pounds hard against my chest as I realize I’m sitting a few inches from the man who has created the mythical evil that has circulated the human internet. I shake my head. “That’s impossible. You didn’t create those things. You’re lying.” … [i have to admit— i had a problem of wanting to hear only what i wanted to hea