Novel & Cerita Bob Creepypasta

His lips move silently — sorry … sorry … sorry — but no sound escapes. Beep! Beep! Blood drips from his hand. Dark. Thick. Sticky. He’s missing a finger. The drops fall in slow motion, each one hitting the floor with an echo that matches the sound pounding through my skull. Beep! Drip. Beep! Drip. Beep! Great. Evidently, my subconscious is now producing horror movies. Footsteps. Slow. Confident. Beep! Beep! Beep! Pain explodes inside my skull. Memories slam together like cars in a freeway pile-up.

"His name's Dwayne Bower. He went to college with the killer, Jacob Zeller, the victim, Tom Bancroft, and Edgar Maguire, the man who was killed a few days ago. All four shared a dorm." Hank slammed the desk. "Look at his reaction. Does that look like a man who knew the killer and the dead? And Jacob killed five people, including an officer! Dwayne shows no shock, no grief, not even fear!" Steve said, "We went through his phone messages, too. Nothing turned up." Hank sank back into his chair, shoulders sagging. "What do the crime scene reports say?" "Scene evidence indicates that Jacob used the stairwell. The elevator cameras never captured him. The resident of apartment 603, a 35-year-old ma

The man was crying and screaming but everyone here were completely unfazed, except myself and Vex. Dax was questioning the man again, demanding for the truth in such a commanding way that shook the whole room and made me shiver slightly. Blood was on his cloths and hands and even though he looked so damn scary right now, he also looked impossibly hot, so hot that I wondered how it would feel if I can suck him off in such a state.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

My life was just simple ,then in just one night , I've encountered different creatures . " I'm a vampire." My eyes widened . The fear suddenly engulfed my body. I want to run but I feel like that I'm being paralyzed. " No scratch that. I'm a half-vampire. Half-human and half-vampire." I only saw this kind of scenes before in movies but now it is in front of me . " So miss, I will asked you again." He looked at me and walked closer. I stepped backward until my back was leaning against the wall. I gulped when he was just inches away from me. This feeling was different. I feel like I'm being drown into his eyes. I couldn't move because he was so close.

No one knew about my problems because I never shared much and Gracie, free-spirited as she was had her demons to fight. As my eyes closed slowly, my body shivered in anticipation. Hours pass by and I drifted off. It doesn't take long for me to feel it. I couldn't move and it felt like I was being held down with strong sturdy chains. My eyes snapped wide open, and I couldn't close them even as I saw the horror of my nightmare. It was hideous, rotting away, skin shedding to the floor as it moved but it still looked human. It was crawling towards me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was screaming but it felt like whispers in the air. My throat ached. Its cold hands touch my skin and I shuddered i

“That’s exactly it. I worry about us; that’s why I want Beel to get inside so I can save him from Asmodeus’s influence.” “Influence?” “Shit. What’s that!?” I didn’t hear the rest of what Leviathan wanted to say because I turned my attention back to Beel and Asmodeus after hearing Belphegor’s remark. Something massive is crawling over Beel’s head. It looks like a massive centipede that wraps itself around his neck. If there’s one thing that I learned from my previous life, it’s that scorpions and centipedes aren’t a good sign.

* September 24th. I almost got caught today carrying vials out of the Larch Creek Valley lab at the old disused mill. I managed to slip away unnoticed by the men armed with Wolfbane-loaded rifles, but I dropped two of the three stolen vials and could not retrieve them. This lilac, almost transparent liquid turns these people into puppets who obey every order without asking questions. I saw a guy walk into a fire and, without making a sound, let himself be burned alive. This is not so much cruel as bestial. I don't know what Seamus wants to achieve with this, but I feel terrible. Now I have to tell Poppy even more because I think that this crap will be used on a large scale. *

You aren't worried about my well being? Talker crush. If you were threatened, you wouldn't have came online so that means... Peachbaby. So you aren't bothered?:( Talkercrush. You know I am but do you know any other thing about this so called creep? Peachbaby. The creep is a guy and he goes to our school. Talkercrush. Do you know what this means? Peachbaby. It means I'm being stalked by a weirdo who may or may not be a serial killer?