Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

I heard another voice, this time it was inside the room. “The bind will be broken and you will die” A witch-like laughter sounded and made a chill crawl down my spine. You know that feeling you watch a scary movie like ‘Chucky’. I feel my feet getting wet and what I saw was blood but not mine, it was coming from something that was on the floor almost human-like. Turning its head, I could see half a face, Brian. It could not be. “NO” I screamed I felt a hand on my arm pulling at me

Since he knew the streets well, he was able to get us to our hotel in record time. Bruce was feeling a little woozy by the time we’d reached the hotel room. He flopped gratefully onto his bed. He was doing his best to hide his concern from me. He was feeling odd. It wasn’t something he could put his finger on, but he knew it was more than a simple infection from the gash on his arm. He feared the worst. Could he be turning into one of those creatures? I could see that Bruce was struggling against something. Although my cousin had said nothing, it was obvious that he was worried. There was no time to waste. I needed to find this paranormal group and get the answers we needed before it wa

I used that opportunity to toss the remaining bags, and then I stood at a corner of the wall and watched. The door creaked and opened, shifting both of our attention to it. “It’s me…it’s me…Bryan,” Bryan said, with his hands in the air. Adrian picked up the blood bags and ran into the darkness. “The lights, Bryan…shut the door,” I told Bryan. He did that and joined me by the wall, watching Adrian devour the blood like a hungry lion. “Jesus, Lucy. Your father created a monster,” Bryan breathed. *******

The coked ones as some of the articles had called them. She watched every creepy documentary, every shaky video of glowing eyes and impossible strength. Articles about missing people. Legends about cold-skinned monsters. Medical breakdowns of “blood anomalies” in captured corpses. She didn’t sleep at all. By sunrise she was convinced. This is what killed Dad. A creature with no shadow. A creature too cold to be human. A creature like Evan. When she confronted him, she expected anger. Instead, he had gone pale, paler than usual that is.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

' a message from Derick popped on my screen, it read; "You can do this little Abby, I'm rooting for you, and don't let other's reactions determine your fate. Trust me because I've interviewed people before." The message came with two thumbs up, it made me smile. "I can do this," I muttered to myself. "Number 5!" The lady announced, "huh? When did they reach number five? I'm after number five. For how long have I been lost in my thoughts?" "Number 6!" My number was announced, I stood up and dusted my clothes, while walking I secretly prayed that I don't humiliate myself. 'what if I pumped into the door?' and just like I thought, I tripped over my foot and fell.

There was also the time she had spilled her bottle of lube everywhere-that had taken over an hour to clean off her hardwood floors. Sighing, she rubbed her lower belly, still a little sore from earlier. It had been her best orgasm in recent memory. Her strange infatuation with monster fantasies had begun as a teen, when she had seen Bram Stoker's Dracula. The young girl Lucy had been lured to the garden, where a beast-like Dracula fucked her while sucking her blood. It had sparked something in Beth she could never speak of to her friends, or even future lovers. It was something so primal, yet forbidden.

“Wait!” Brad lifted his hand to stop his men. Then, he suppressed his nausea and began smearing the blood around. The blood was filled with black bugs the size of grains. At the same time, there were also some black-colored eggs. “W-What are these?” Brad felt his skin crawl as he looked at Chase. “Heart Devourer and their eggs.” Chase put his hands behind his back and continued, “They’re the ones that have been causing you so much pain.” Brad was stunned.

Brandon turned to face him, pulling the hood over his baseball cap, and the look in his eyes gave me chills again. “I’m telling you it’s a bleep -ing demon,” he snarled through grinding teeth, looking at his friend behind the camera like he was just about to punch him. “So I’m gonna expose all this for the beep -ing charade it is and show the world what’s actually going on here!”