Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting

They turned back as if they had known exactly their boundaries and respected them. Simon sat on the chair behind a desk in his bedroom. He flipped his laptop open. The screen lit up dimly at first but then its brightness adjusted automatically. A pop up box displayed: Enter password. His fingers click-clacked on the buttons. He found his browser app and searched for Peter Brooklyn. The man was famous. He had lots of followers for his blogging website. He spotted some unrelated topics like the mystery of zodiac signs, understanding your temperament, and how to expel ghosts… He finally spotted the topic about reincarnation. He began to read.

No, Bane would return, and he would probably be worse the next time around. Dimitri took a deep breath as he glanced around the Bull Creek Graveyard. The oldest grave was from 1894, the most recent, yesterday. Some were families that had lived in the area since Bull Creek was founded as a lumbering town, before politics ruined it and the Paranormal Council bought it. Some were more recent, paranormals who carved out an existence turning the forest range into a viable community of supernatural beings. The truth was, there weren't a lot of humans in Bull Creek. However, to Bane, even one human was one too many.

he had abused me until I dripped into unconsciousness. Without knowing, a lone tear left my eye. I felt bad for the ghost. Why did it turn into an evil being when once it was once better than a human? Sniffing, I slowly rocked myself back and forth. The emotional coaster ride taking over my body once again. Ella shrieked out when a jump scare threatened the humans friend. Kaden brought her closer to him. The guys chuckled as she cutely pouted. “Hey! it isn't funny. This is actually scary.” She whined as the laughter doubled up.

Harmony asked again but Vivian was already pulling her out of the house. ** Ichabod ‘s mind was not at rest and he was surprised when he saw them coming out so soon. Harmony put an arm around him, looking as if she had seen a ghost. “What happened? I was so worried?” he asked. “That woman is so creepy. Giving me goosebumps all over. Please let’s get out of here,” Vivian said and they began to go back the way they have come. Harmony was quiet, she seemed troubled and as they walked further ahead. Ichabod looked back…he could see the woman’s face by the window, looking back at him….

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

I let out a soft but shocked gasp as the creep laid unconsciously on the floor, with his blood mixing with the water. Is he dead??

"I was normal before this month. Maybe cursed, but not like this." "Cursed how?" "I've always had nightmares," she admitted. "Voices. Fire. And sometimes I wake up with my hands glowing." Kael's jaw tightened. "Then it started long ago. The flare in the forest was just the first time it broke through completely." She exhaled shakily. "You talk like you've seen it before." "I have." He turned away, running a hand through his hair. "The last time it happened, the Bloodbound burned everything in a hundred-mile radius."

↳ “Then we need pics to judge” “As an actual therapist: you’re about to lose your license and your life” “If you die can I have your stuff” “OP are you writing a book because this reads like one” I groaned so loud the bed vibrated. Bree was still prancing in circles. (Mate! Date! Mate!) Verm flickered in, looking concerned {You okay?} “No. I’m crowdsourcing survival tips from strangers because I have a date with the guy who almost murdered me, then apologized so now my brain has decided he’s my soulmate.”

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**