Blue's Clues Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Bradley would be a hell of a lot more appealing served as Nasi goreng with cow eyeball; if he reached for any more bacon all he’d be missing were the spots. Staring at her cluttered plate, the sight of food alone churning the pregnant sickness of her stomach, Blue wondered if she imagined the sound of the front door slamming. The sound of echoing, firm dress shoes. Approaching. Heavy. Fast. Looking up from her plate, her parents looking as unconcerned as ever, Blue truly felt she was hallucinating as she stared into a pair of dark eyes she had the feeling meant only to whisk her away. Looming in the doorway, he approached. Grabbed a hold of the woman’s wrist. Tugged her hastily from her chai

That part—that you’re not alone—was the only thing keeping my ribs from cracking open. “I didn’t think it would get bad this fast,” I admitted. Claire shrugged. “It always does.” --- At lunch, I found Blue where we always met lately—under the shade tree behind the old art building, just out of sight of the courtyard. He stood with his hoodie up, arms crossed. A cigarette dangled unlit between his fingers, more for comfort than anything. “They’re looking at me like I’m a disease,” I said as I approached. “They’ll look,” he said quietly. “That’s all they know how to do.”

Her heart thudded in her chest as she called out his name again, "Eason, where are you?" But there was no response except for the oppressive stillness. Entering his room, she scanned the shadows. "Eason, this isn't funny. Please come out," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. As she approached the figure seated on the bed, her breath caught in her throat. The faint glow from the window cast eerie shadows across his form. With each tentative step closer, her pulse quickened her senses on high alert. Her hand reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed against his shoulder. When he turned to face her, a jolt of fear shot through her body. She stumbled back, her pulse racing as she

he said, looking at Coralis. “Ooh hey, Frank! I need to come to Montreal just to meet you. If you’re referring to the night she returned to you covered in vampire and goblin fluids from head to toe, yes, it was that night. The vase saga started about 2 weeks prior, but that night, Blue’s cursed replica got stolen and we took in the three prisoners I mentioned.” “Princess Veronica, right?” “Yes, but no. I’m Veronica to you. Blue told you about us, that means she needs to take you to The Bloody Velvet. Don’t worry, we won’t bite you.”

"Oh? So…this little thing is your brother, and this one you know,too? He's quite cute... Then... let's start with them. Let's see how beautiful their crystal is and whether it will match my new nail art style. Next, it'll be your turn, dear Princess." Lisa laughed, a light, tinkling sound that scraped like glass on stone. She leaned closer to Lyra, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper filled with malice: "I want to see the blue. I hear it’s the color of deep, still water just before a storm…or perhaps." A high-pitched whine filled the room. The crystal probe glowed with an eerie blue-white light. Without ceremony, without another word, Lisa plunged it precisely into Lyra’s chest, d

“You know nothing! I agreed to this stupid deal to get you off of my back. I don’t know why you won’t reject me. There is nothing about me that is nice. You will soon see!” The outburst was a little unexpected and even Bree takes a step back from her friend. Blue backs down when she realises that she had scared her best friend. “I’m going to bed.” She half stumbles out of the kitchen and past Jaxon. The wolfsbane was having more of an effect on her than she let on. Blue crashes through the door to the hallway. We could hear her trying to make her way to her bedroom, randomly bumping into the walls like she had been drinking strong alcohol.

“My Queen, what happened just now?” “You sounded and looked so scared when you spoke to me just now.” Laura’s face creased in worry as she closed the space between us and held my hand. “There’s no way to explain it. Is Martha here now?” “Blue, what’s really happening?” I tried to probe one more time as I left my study to meet with Ronan. Was seeing ghosts some new norm? “That was no ghost, Zira.” “Then tell me what it is.” “Your mate would explain,” Blue said, and then regardless of what I thought about or what I asked her directly, she was completely mute.

Piercing wails echoed from every direction, deepening the chill. The corridor was narrow and winding, its walls covered in distorted murals, with tattered drapes hanging loose. A cold draft seeped from somewhere unseen, carrying a stale smell. "Bruce, this place… feels so creepy." Claudia's voice trembled, and she leaned toward him. Bruce did not respond. His steps never slowed, his gaze fixed ahead. He kept enough distance between them for another person to stand. Suddenly, at the corner ahead, a "zombie" in pale-white clothing, long hair covering its face, lurched forward with stiff movements. It let out a low growl and lunged straight at them.

I didn’t know if he had a decent relationship with his brother or father before they were murdered or not, but now, I wanted to know. I looked back at Vanessa. “I’ll do my best… could we speak to Claire first?” Vanessa nodded and led us away from the room. The Blue Moon compound was large, and it reminded me a lot of the inside of the Estate. The columns and the motifs that ran along the crown molding and baseboards were all the same. I wondered if that had been intentional or just happenstance. When we reached another door a few minutes later, Vanessa knocked. A few moments later, Claire opened the door.