Bloody Mary Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

“I am eternal! I have worn a hundred bodies! I will wear a hundred more!” Darien’s jaws opened, and the sound that came out was not a roar. It was a sentence, dragged through the lycan’s throat. “Not. This. One.” The shadows struck. They came from every direction at once, tendrils lancing through the smoke, and they didn’t grab Mary’s body. They went through it, into it, wrapping around the writhing darkness inside, the true Eyera, the parasite that had hidden inside my sister’s corpse for years. I watched the shadows drag her partially out of the stolen flesh, a screaming shape of smoke suspended between worlds, and Darien’s claws closed around her.

*A three years old girl was crying. She was soaked in blood as if she had bathed in it. She was walking in a pitch dark forest, wondering where to go. She reached the road after wandering some more. Suddenly a bright light flashed almost blinding her.* My eyes snap open as I jolt up in my bed. Sweat is soaking my sheets and my breath is ragged. I have had this dream many times before and each time I end up in a terrible condition just like this.

Mary asked without thinking. “Yeah….apparently they found traces of blood in his bedroom, strange stuff…..especially as it started to climb up the wall and down the ceiling toward the window. Buts that’s just gossip” the barman said walking round the other side of the bar. The pub remained quiet apart from the soft sound of music from the jukebox. Summer slipped into a daydream, imagining that poor boys disappearance, and for the first time remembering that menacing smile from that woman, that had given her a deadly chill through her body, as if someone had walked over her grave.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Cassandra nodded hastily, and they began to walk to the area where the scream seemed to originate. Cassandra wanted to vomit at the sight of the dead body in front of her. It was a girl of their age, and her body was sliced open. She had missing organs, heart, and even eyes. The girl also has a missing leg and was murdered brutally. "Holy moly! What kind of monster would do this to a girl?" Cassandra asked. Sebastian looked around and spoke. "Ghouls."

- Mary Ann, it blew her away by few meters in her front was the irregular zombie that was bigger than any of them! her skill double thinking is still active but there is no way she will escape this catastrophe the claw of the irregular zombie is becoming larger in her sight and at any moment she will die to the hands of it *wwwoooom!* a black matter bolts the area, it blasts a thick smoke around! “What is this!”- Arthur Mary Ann was bewildered because of the sudden turn of even, even the zombies have been blinded by the thick smote

I slumped on my chair, suddenly feeling very tired as I could only hope that the boss survives this. ******************************** Lana I woke up to a bright light. I blinked rapidly, my eyes trying to adjust to the light. I had no idea where I was. Why does this keep happening?, I get kidnapped and dumped like I'm a piece of trash. The room where I was was smaller than the one at JG's house, yet it still felt homey. It was adorned with white tiles and cream coloured coating on the wall. A single table and chair sat at the corner of the room.