Bloody Painter Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The next day, my body felt weightless. The stomach pain that had been driving me insane was gone. I looked down and saw a body lying on the floor with a purple and blue face, as well as white foam and dark red blood crusted at the corners of the mouth. That was me. That was Layla Lloyd, as dead as a doornail. I floated in midair, staring at my own stiff corpse. It looked almost like a stranger. Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again.

It slid down my wrist, sticky, painting me in guilt. His eyes snapped open. Glass-clear. Blue. Empty. Then shut again. Tears stung my eyes. But they weren’t warm. They burned. I stumbled to my knees, breathing ragged, throat raw from screams that never made it out. I tried to wipe the blood off on the stone floor, but it wouldn’t come off. I scrubbed harder. Harder. Until my own skin peeled. “No! This isn’t real! I didn’t do this!” But the bodies began to move. A twitch. A lurch. A sickening crack as bones righted themselves. Then eyes. Dozens of them. Dead, rotted eyes locked onto me.

His pupils contracted sharply, and in the blink of an eye, the room around him vanished, replaced by a scene of blood and horror. The image flooded into his mind like an unbidden nightmare. Blood—dark, crimson blood—flowed across the ground, forming a river. The air was thick with the nauseating stench of it. Piles of lifeless bodies lay scattered around, each face twisted in an expression of hopelessness. And standing at the heart of this hellish scene was Aric.

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

Singing the names of the Gods and Goddesses of her fairytale, her red cloak, and indistinguishable appearance painted that bright full moon into crimson blood of her heart’s contentment. “Please, please, please!” Creating a pool of blood upon her wake, her steps and barefooted one slump unto the plasma of her victims’ blood. Smiling satisfyingly as no one can stop her. Everything is engulfed by the cold blue flame of hell. “Help, help, someone, please help!”

“Ro-Rose, I didn’t… I…” “I really like blondes, you know?” She grinned, a small knife in her hand. “And I really like blood. I can’t wait to make you the subject of my next painting.” His body trembled violently, like a dry leaf blown by the wind that could fall from a tree branch at any moment. His blue eyes widened as he stared at Rose grinning like a psychopath. "Y-you’re a psychopath! Y-you’re possessed! Stay away from me! Stay away!"

I fought against the darkness that threatened to envelop me, desperate to find solace in the haven of my room. But my body had other plans. A violent convulsion seized me, and a primal scream erupted from my lips. With a rush of horror, I realized that I was vomiting blood. Thick, crimson liquid cascaded from my mouth, staining the floor with its grotesque presence. Tears mingled with the blood as I crumpled to the ground, my strength sapped by the sheer intensity of the pain. My beloved paintings lay forgotten, scattered haphazardly around me, as if mimicking the chaos that now consumed my body. I gasped for air, the taste of iron overwhelming my senses.

"Dignity, girl don't play with me. I know the guy you're talking about. It's that hunk who's always coming to the cafe these days. Fuck dignity, friend, if I could get him, I'll do him anytime any day" "He's a vampire" "Wow, kinky" Gracie purred and drank her shot. "This never gets old". "I think I am done. This is disgusting" she said setting her glass down, feeling out of it when a burning tingling sensation broke out over her arm and traveled all over her skin causing her to moan out before she could stop herself.

Liam didn't heed what Andreas said, because he had walked over to a painting and stood there for a while. "Your majesty?" Andreas asked in a low voice and raised his hand to signal for the other guards not to make a sound. "You found something?" Liam traced the edges of the painting with his fingers as he stared straight ahead. There was something bothering him about the painting, especially when Mila's scent ended there. Not only the girl's scent, but also the faint scent of two other vampires, which Liam didn't recognize. "Take this painting down," Liam ordered. He then took a few steps back to let his men do the work.

And everything else will be gone. In my painting dream, I slowly walk down the liquid street. The pavement beneath my feet is starting to sink in. And I jump onto a streetlamp as the whole street slides and flows away like melted ice-cream. My hands get sticky with the melted grey oozed from the lamppost. The buildings collapse and they swallow me in their grey mass. I choke in the bitter liquid. My body drowning beneath the grey and black soup. I can feel each drop of the grey consuming me from inside, turning all my own red beautiful blood to muck.