Bob Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

"Thank you Keada Borejka," I said, preferring to look at her rather than Jo-Jo. I walked past her still feeling a creepy shiver down my back. Next was Craggy Face. He was smiling at me, but somehow I didn't think he was offering me a greeting. His smile was more on the leering side. Oh please, let this end ... My wrist throbbed after Keada was through, and I didn't even want to know what the guy in the Hellraiser outfit was going to do to me.

THIRD PERSON POV In front of Luke loomed Frederick’s enormous dick, as goddamn swollen, veiny, and damp with pre-cum as he remembered it from the villa. Luke closed his eyes for a second, clenching his fists, and inhaled the goddamn rough scent of virility and sweat that his stepbrother’s crotch gave off. "Fine, I’ll do it," Luke finally said, opening his eyelids all at once, cornered by the raw reality.

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.

Meanwhile at the Blue moon pack, Scott stood at the centre of the field when an eagle brought the parchment. I had read it three times already. Bobby’s hand was familiar, open, and far too honest for the kind of world we lived in. He wrote of the spring answering Arya’s blood, of its pull, of uncertainty and not knowing the way forward. He wrote as a brother does when he believes the ground beneath him is solid. And that's what unsettled me the most. Suddenly, I sensed someone presence. I knew who it was immediately. Campbell had a way of entering a place without disturbing it, like a shadow that chose when to be seen. His presence brushed the back of my neck, subtle but undeniable.

A farewell on a tragic night. After making love, they fell fast asleep. Daniel woke up half an hour later feeling a little warm, despite being deep in the woods and the night was cool. He got up, went into the bathroom and began to shower. It would take about ten minutes before he came out, and when he did, the scene he witnessed was horrible: a grayish-white bulge was on top of Brooke, who had her head to the side looking in his direction with eyes shot with terror and anguish at the same time. Her lips moved slightly, but Daniel could see that they said “help me”. At that moment the bulge above her lifted and Daniel could see her face: a hideous face, with red eyes and large fangs dripping

It was like she knew what was going to happen to her. The banging on the door continued and Kyra can’t seem to get it out of her head. She suddenly had an adrenaline effect where her breathing became rapid and she blinked slowly. She felt everything around her start to slow down and she looked down at her hand where she saw the necklace slip up on its own and grip her wrist, moving and tightening itself. It wrapped itself around her wrist and she looked baffled at it. She had not seen a thing like that before. she tried to shake it off but she noticed she couldn’t move and she started to feel that Bathilda had deceived her. The more she tried to stop what was happening, the more the necklace

She basically feasted on her victim's desire. Warm breath tickled the side of my face and my breath caught in my throat. "Naamah-" I screeched, jumping out of the chair at the mention of her name. "What the fuck, dude!" Bryan was by my chair, peering into my computer. "You scared the shit out of me." "What the fuck are you reading?" he arched his brow. "You're suddenly into demons and stuff?" My heart still raced and I narrowed my gaze, ashamed I was so jumpy, "It's a personal project."

> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”

His bald head gleams with a black snake tattoo disappearing behind his ears The effect of it makes him look ten times scarier. My gaze moves away from him to Crysta who’s cowering on the couch, knees drawn up, her face ashen, mascara streaking down her cheeks like black rivers. She looks small, fragile in a way I’ve never seen her, and for one stupid second pity twists in my gut. The man’s gaze slides over me, slow and deliberate, lips curling into something that isn’t quite a smile. “You the daughter?” His voice is gravel wrapped in amusement.