Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Take these matches and help me light these candles. They’re hundreds of them, and we need them all burning.” I’m not even looking at her when she slides a matchbook into my hand. The black cloak I’m wearing weighs down my shoulders as I slowly drink in the room when the first candles burn to life. A sweeping, faded mural expands across the walls. A battle, I think. Maybe an entire painted history of this coven. It’s more than that, I realize, as Stella moves around the room lighting candles. “Whoa,” I murmur, staring up at the mural painting the ceiling. A woman with dark brown hair and sea-glass eyes extends her arms wide, her black cloak faded to an inky gray against the plaster, but her

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

The cold in my womb flared, it wasn't a parasite, it was an ally, I felt a thread of obsidian smoke slide down my arm, pooling in my palm, I opened my eyes and looked at the candle. ‘Eat,’ I thought. The shadow leapt, it didn't just extinguish the flame, it consumed the candle itself, in a heartbeat, the wax, the wick, and the light were gone, replaced by a lingering smudge of black frost on the pedestal. I gasped, stumbling back. "Good," a new voice said. I turned to see Koran leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, he looked impressed, his slate-grey eyes tracking the way the shadows still clung to my fingers like lace.

she whispered, fear and need tangled in her throat. He slid in slow, stretching her cum-filled pussy, the sensation overwhelming. Mira moaned, pushing back, pussy gripping the stranger’s cock. Cole watched, his own shaft now fully hard in the ghost’s hand. The ghost woman straddled Cole’s face, grinding her cold cunt on his mouth. He licked instinctively, tongue plunging into her icy hole, while the ghost man continued stroking him.

Rising to his feet, he took a pill the size of a fingernail and ignited an eerie blue candle. He watched as the candle's smoke wafted away from the factory, chuckling. "This candle is made from the poison dart toad's mucus. Matched with the Araneus Floret, none of you are making it inside this factory! The smoke will cause you to hallucinate so badly that you'll start cutting down your friends!" With that, Jaud reclined against his lounge chair, looking like he had won. - The blue candle's smoke soon wafted beyond the factory, and it was Bravo who got struck first since he was leading the charge.

With that in mind, she turned the paper over in her hands before shoving it back into her pocket. Her head snapped up at the sound of leaves crunching and twigs breaking apart under foot. As the sound of footsteps got closer, the burning in her throat became more intense. Her eyes drifted over to the cemetery gate, where a girl, no older than Harley, was just walking through. She had chestnut brown hair that was done up into a mass of curls and wearing a plain black dress, looking as if she had just slipped away from a funeral. Harley grit her teeth. She could feel her control on her hunger slipping and turned her head away, so that she was no longer looking at the girl. It did nothing to he

Damon sighed . They were now inside the school it was all dark and lonely and looked pretty terrifying .Damon turned on the lights and they both went inside the Old haunted Dancing hall holding hands nervously .As they stepped inside the door closed itself with a band .Cynthia gasped with fear .She then placed the ouija board on the floor and sat with Damon .She lighted the candle . " Are you here ?" she asked nervously .The pallachette moved towards yes . " Will you hurt us ?" Cynthia asked even though she knew this was the question to avoid while using the ouija board .The pallachette moved to no and Cynthia left out a breath of relief

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Layla said to herself. Suddenly the air within the cave became still, the candle she held in her hand began to vigorously flicker. Layla began to panic wondering if the mist had followed her into the cave. The flame grew still. * Huff * Almost like she could hear someone blow, the candle went out. “Leave.” A whisper brushed passed Layla’s ear. She turned to see where it came from, but it was too dark to see anything in the cave. “LEAVE!” The whisper turned into a yell.

Slowly, she lifted her head, her gaze drifting across the mess of crumbs and smeared soup that stained the floor. Then she saw it. In the far corner, on the floor, a candle burned. Its weak flame swayed gently, casting shadows that danced along the damp walls. But she remembered snuffing it out moments ago. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. "No…" she whispered, voice trembling. She crawled toward it, each movement hesitant, as though the flame might leap at her. The closer she came, the more it seemed to flicker with life, bending as if acknowledging her.