Bloody Mary Creepypasta Novels & Stories

She cries, pleading for me to find her. The closer I get to Mary, the stronger our connection is. I can start seeing images play out in my mind, while they are blurry I am able to figure out what’s going on. The ghoul is talking to Mary, taunting her before he feeds on her, Mary is on sitting on the ground and I can tell that she is badly injured but still she’s is looking for anything in her vicinity to protect herself, her strength still showing even while she is terrified for her life. I feel her sense of relief when she hears me calling her name, and her sense of panic when the Ghoul eases closer to her, his eyes turning into little slits, the entirety of his mouth turning into sharp r

I step toward it, but Mary falls back. “No way. It’s all shadowy and creepy." She wraps her arms around herself, the cold breeze rustling her hair. She's never been the curious type, which is how she ends up making all the right decisions, and I end up involved with a Demon. “Something doesn’t feel right about it," I tell her. The smell of burning cloves and herbs lure me toward the shadows...what are they doing down there? I stalk a little way in, not minding if Mary doesn't follow me.

Obviously, the Grandma read through the strange blows that the winds was trying to say. “Don't forget and always care yourself,” she said with a strange low tone, as if she was to leave yet couldn't voice out the words. She sighed and looked at the sky, “The Bloody Moon could be deadly to those who become eighteen, who live a seventeen year when others has their thousands!” In a next moment, Mariya suddenly feel like her body was being uncontrollable. It was steadily and was hide through the shadow of something. My consciousness was starting to slip away and my vision was those of a blurry.

Mama has magic. ‎ ‎But it wasn't enough. The second wolf lunged, sinking his teeth into her throat. ‎ ‎The violet light flickered. Died. ‎ ‎And the blood began to pool. So much blood. It seeped through the cracks in the floorboards, dripping onto my face warm, sticky, metallic. ‎ ‎"NO!" ‎ ‎I woke up screaming. ‎

The dorm room went quiet in a way that felt almost unbearable. I pulled a two-day-old bag of white bread from my drawer, tore open the packaging, and took a bite. It was dry and stale, scraping my throat as I swallowed. My phone lit up again, this time with messages from the class group chat. Everyone was talking over each other about a dinner plan. "We're celebrating Dylan's birthday tonight! Karaoke and drinks after at our usual spot. Don't be late!" "Heard we're hitting that new restaurant. It's like 50 dollars a head minimum."

The men ogled me like I was a treasure freshly unwrapped and meant for their possession, while the women's eyes burned like pure venom. I took a sharp breath, just as I tried to avert my gaze, my eyes caught sight of Madam Morveth, in a blink, she was gone. “A message for the demon!” a little child screamed distracting my gaze, he walked up to the stage where I knelt, then whispered into my face, eyes pierced mine with undoubted certainty. “You shall be haunted by desire…” A quick chuckle escaped his lips. “…and nothing more.”

They also highlighted the reddish-brown streaks on her cheeks, illuminating what lay at her bloodied porcelain feet. A cat. Or what remained of one. Gutted, its entrails piled at Mary’s feet and, he saw, looped around her neck like a profane rosary. Purplish flesh glistened in the ground-lights. With an obscene touch, someone had painted Mary’s beseeching hands with the cat’s blood and viscera. As Father Ward fought the gorge rising in his throat, Mary’s hands dripped, as if fresh from a kill. *** 8:30 PM

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.