Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I ordered soup and was almost done when Bryce walked in. He looked completely different from usual. Hair messy, dark circles under his eyes, jacket creased. When he saw me, he hesitated before coming over. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, forcing a small smile. “Of course not,” I said. “You look exhausted.” He gave a weak laugh. “Rough week. Everyone’s talking about those werewolf rumors online. Crazy, right?” The word werewolf made my stomach twist. I stirred my soup slowly. “Yeah… especially since only a few people even have that kind of data.”

"No, I'm not interested in your horseshit!" An invisible force pulled me back into the toilet and the door slammed shut. I took in a shaky breath, my heart ramming in my chest "Can you just listen!" Roxie snapped, hands in her pocket signalling impatience. "That day at the library we released a nightmare Spirit." Brea explained "And it's attached to you, it's feeding off your energy." I was so mad, I was literally seeing red "Well that wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to me."

Eddie suddenly screamed when she felt a cockroach crawl up her feet. "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!” She screamed but Bruce was confused about what he was meant to kill. "Kill what?” "The cockroach! It's there, on the floor! Kill it!” Eddie screamed hoping her feet around to prevent the cockroach from touching her skin but it kept crawling around. She immediately opened the door and ran out of the room, and down the stairs, screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks. Bruce turned to her with a grin on his lips as she ran out. He let out a chuckle, being well aware of everything that happened.

Tears rolled down my face. With all the strength I could muster, I stumbled across the room, shutting the door after me. The room spun wildly. My breaths came in ragged gasps, and suddenly, a laugh bubbled in my throat. No! I pressed a hand to my lips, willing myself not to break. Another sharp pain tore through my chest, spreading like wildfire through my limbs. My knees buckled, and I crashed onto the cold floor. The walls twisted and contorted, shifting into something dark and unfamiliar. Shadows slithered across the walls, whispering my name, mocking me.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

They had agreed that they were going to become 12 vampires that would help Cataleya fight her brother's army and save Arcadia Falls from peril. “The transition begins tomorrow. You will have to die now. Lie on the bed.” Cataleya announced, motioning them to lie on the 12 rectangular raised platform which was covered with a white blanket. They obeyed her and she stood behind them, saying a spell, and tightening her fists, their necks snapped at once and they all died.

“I’ll have two men up there right away. And about being your Beta, thank you. I won’t let you down.” “I know you won’t.” I clicked off the phone and turned to Cory and Harper. “Do not move from your post until your relief comes. Then, you’re free to enjoy. The Blood Moon is already rising, and they’re starting the bonfire.” “Aye,” they both said. I walked into my suite and knocked on the adjoining door. Brenna flung it open and threw herself into my arms. I scooped her up and crushed my lips to hers as I carried her into my suite.

His voice trembled when he replied, "A little. What about you?" "Me too. Did someone discover us?" "No, I think it's corpses." Xiao Chen could clearly feel the sudden invasion of the intense cold. It was the manifestation of potent malicious grudges, so cold that it pierced deep into one's bones. They immediately stood up and looked around. That was when they saw a dozen or so Corpse Puppets that had appeared around them without their notice. All of them had copper for heads and iron for arms, looking like creatures of steel and flesh. Dark green will-o'-the-wisps hovered inside their eye sockets as they stared at them. They were a horrifying sight to behold.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.