Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Serra's circle was on the corner, near the cabins and beside them was the Captain's along with Maddy who's still crying, looking for her son. A Reaper slithered just in front of Serra, making her heart leaped and her lungs stopped for a moment and pumped back again. The monster looked at her and she could see the sad souls of the people it devoured in its eyes. Up close, the monster smelled like rotten eggs and death. Serra was now shaking, her nerves on breakdown. She tightens her grip on the torch and held it out. The monster backs out, hissing.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

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.

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

said Bob. They all ran, together, to their favorite spot in the backyard. They called it their meeting spot. It was where they gossiped about this boy or that who's creepy, or how to unravel the secret behind a "mysterious kid" in the neighborhood. They called themselves the "Creep Hunters". They put head together, listening to Timmy's narrative. "I knew it those dudes were creepy!" said Bob. "But the thing is, we have got to understand why they were at Harry's home," Timmy said in an air of importance. "Anyone has an idea?"

She was already getting some awful vibes back then and now this happened. "Man! I got chills." Alex pulled her jacket from one of her hands while carrying her phone on the other. She switched on her phone's flashlight and showed the goosebumps she just got. "Felix boi! Do you see that? Look! Look!" She quickly added, bringing forth her hand towards him. "I can see it, Sister Alex," he answered back softly. Even though Felix wasn't frightened at all, he couldn't help but agree that he did get some cold creeps when he heard that sound. In his case, it wasn't because of the word it said but because of the voice it had.

I had only taken a few steps when something big and black tackled me from behind, and I went sprawling face-first into the loam. It didn't hurt, really, but I'd never been so scared in my life. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I whimpered pitifully. "Red...no!" I could only wheeze with his ginormous form crushing me into the forest floor. I squirmed helplessly beneath his claws, pinning my arms easily behind my back. Red chuckled in my ear, then he licked the shell of it, making me flinch. Shamefully, my insides turned to liquid and oozed out and down my thighs. I knew all the things Red wanted to do to me. If he had his way with me, my holes would never be the same again. "Help!"

The world feels like it’s tilting and a thick mist rolls in from nowhere. “The one who calls himself Bryce now.” A creature, not a witch and not quite human, steps forward, she looks young, and she shimmers in and out of existence like a mirage. “Upon a time, he called himself Bricius Dracontos.” What the hell is going on? Then I hear my father’s voice, loud and clear, as if he’s standing right next to me. ‘“I am getting you away before Bryce remembers what he is.”’ “He forgot,” I mumble.