Candle Cove Creepypasta Novels & Stories

It looked like I was in the Mummy Return movie going to find some mummies there. Could Zander Have A Mummy As His Lover There? Wow, Now I Have A Mummy Competitor. Anything Is Left That Idiot Did Not Stick His Dick Into? I wanted to go there but I could not find anything that could help me to see things. I forgot my phone in my room. I started going through a cabinet and came across a candle. This could work. I concentrated on the wick of the candle and thought about fire. The candle wick soon sparked into flame.

I asked and she smiled faintly at me "I don't know Rory, but we would lit candles all over the cactus, wouldn't you love that?" She asked me and i giggled softly Levare's candlelight has always and will always be my best time of the year, seeing I get to lit candles all over the Cactus and sing, I'm Aurora Martin, Rory for short

Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically ................... ✍🏽 I wake up the following day, the day of Halloween. The house is lit up with pumpkin lights, some new red candles at the window waiting to burn, fake cobwebs on the door, rubber spiders on the toilet seat and blood paints on the door We played a recording of people screaming and people screaming while getting butchered and sounds of chainsaw ripping through the flesh of unfortunate souls—lovely tunes I meet Haley at the Kitchen, she just got the Halloween cookies out of the oven. She baked spider shaped cookies and she i

“Kael?” He shifted then he let out another, more distressed cry. I hurried to him, placing a hand on his cheek. And then, I felt heat. The room grew hotter in an instant. My skin burned. Behind me, a candle burst to life. The flame got unnaturally high, then moved across the room. It didn’t burn the curtains. But it moved like it had intention. Kael was still asleep, clenching his tiny fists. I started to panic. “RAVEN!” I called out “Someone get Raven! NOW!”

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

The familiar posters on Jimmy’s wall—the Mythical Blades of History chart, the terribly-aligned glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, the random sock on the fan—were all still here. So were the string lights. And the half-eaten pizza. And the TV blinking on the Pause screen for a fantasy movie we had started last night. “What… the hell,” Cassie whispered from the other side of the room, her hair mussed like she’d been through a war. “I—no,” I breathed. “No. No, no, no—what just happened? Was any of that real?” Candy stood near the dresser, touching her own face like it might peel off. “We were in a forest. With seals breaking. And the Gate. And Nethara. And—Haunter?”

She raised her phone to dial. Next second— Charlie took the phone right out of her hand and slipped it into his pocket. “He’s not in Vanclyn.” “Be brave, Miss Hale. You got this!” As he spoke, he began pushing her toward the door. Candice’s face twisted in horror: No no no no no! I don’t wanna go! Who knew what was under that bed?! In her mind flashed images of rats, spiders, centipedes, bats, snakes… The blackout curtains in the lounge were tightly drawn, leaving the only light coming from the dim sensor lamp by the bed and the spill of light from the open door.

Mason sat in a dark cave surrounded by lit candles. He has been here for hours trying to contact the Three Sisters. The room was moist from the spring running through the cave into a small waterfall leading outside. He took a knife to his palm, dropping his blood over the crystal inside the circle as he chanted. A moment later, the fire from the candle simmered down, and the only light came from the cave's entrance. Then suddenly, the flame from the candle exploded with dark shadows billowing around like a dance. Mason barely moved or showed any reaction to the display.

Grabbing two of my candles from the brackets, I continued, cupping a vibrating hand over them so they wouldn't go off. As I ran past the tunnels, my heart raced, hearing the sounds of it thrashing and tearing apart the door. If I had caused trouble for the Alpha, then I was in trouble. It was obvious he had never been down there. The Cryogen had cleaned the statues itself, licking it probably on a daily basis. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and it felt like it would burst, and I would die from the fear alone and nothing else. Then my candle went off. “No, no, no, no, please don't do this to me. Not now.” My hands searched through the dress for the lighter, and panic started fresh in me. The