Birthday Scenario Game Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

They were scared of ghosts, when there were more scarier things roaming around their bare eyes. Since our birthday was just close, I had decided to celebrate it with kitten. Asphalt had agreed to it too, saying that there could be nothing better than this. I also brought some of her favorite dishes from a restaurant she liked. ‘Would be she be shocked to hear that its our birthday?’ Asphalt asked. She would be. A sinister smile crossed my face. And I would take full advantage of that. I ran my tongue through one of my canines. At the Blood Moon, the urges to mate and mark are the strongest. She would have to pay by allowing me to mark her completely. Once the mate bond was settled, she won’t

Like maybe it’d spit her out or go up in flames or just—do something weird. Grandma gave us a long, measuring look. “Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? Go on.” Brandon cleared his throat. “I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like we just walked into a damn horror movie.” Damian chuckled. “If she starts floating or chanting in Latin, I’m out.” I elbowed both of them. “She’s still Becky.” “Yeah,” Brandon muttered. “Just with a terrifying upgrade pack.” We finally stepped inside.

I choked on my saliva, coughing until I managed to swallow some water, and Matt half pummelling me on the back. "Where did you get these names?" Rhett asked Matt as he read 'Mr Pine Needle' on the envelope he was handed. "Oh, I'm part of a group on Phasebook where we design murder mystery games and then swap them out. There are thousands on the site." We quickly assembled our burgers in the kitchen before adjourning to the dining room, where my brothers quickly read through their assigned envelopes before introducing their characters.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party. “Well did you?!” An angry voice bellowed. The black man's face was blown with anger as he barely kept himself under control. I started to shake even more. “Did I what?” “Did you kill the other pack?” I looked back down at the body. Then I looked all around me at the others. There must be at least twenty bodies lying here. Flashes of Claire and the fire ran through my mind and I remembered the cries I heard. Did they sound like Shape Shifters' screams? All of the sudden, the smell around me became too much to bare and I started to feel dizzy.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Afterward, they applauded the two and erupted into chuckles. A few seconds later, Nics got up and switched off the light switch. Only the pale moonlight illuminated its way through the bedroom and faintly lit the band posters on the wall. Nics turned on her phone and smirked wickedly, “Now, I crave spooks people.” She ran to the crowd who has wrapped themselves in blankets and pillow forts. “Tell some weird-ass spooky urban legends or something,” Nics urged. “Is this gonna be a typical teenage movie sleepover?” Alyssa asked.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.