Candy Pop Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

Why is she soo creepy? "Armaan!" I jumped at the voice. It was the director. I looked at him blinking. "The music is long gone. Where are you lost and why does your face looks like you saw a ghost?" He asked. "I did." "What?" "What?" I looked at him. "Nothing....um..." I sighed. "Can we please take a break?" "Ok ok." He said. "10 minutes." He announced and left. The Fangirl was still ogling at me. I stepped out carefully. So her smile was gone but her eyes were still there. She looked like a puppy now.

I kissed it as he rubbed it on my face, smearing my makeup covering my face in my own drool. “I’m your little cum-slut, daddy, feed me your hot cum.” I moaned, my lips pressed against his slick cock. I stuck my tongue out, tilted my head back and said “Ah”. He stroked his cock faster and faster, then dumped a huge load into my open mouth. I swallowed some of it, but let the rest run over my lips and drip down my face. Then I looked into the crowd and blew a kiss at Jimmy. The crowd cheered, cameras flashed and I smiled a cum-drenched smile.

"Stop pretending you're dying and keep dragging everyone down. Just looking at you annoys me. Hurry up, eat them, and go to sleep. I'm late for my gathering!" I unscrewed the cap with trembling hands. What came out wasn't white tablets. It was piece after piece of colorful, chewy candy. They were the imported candies Zara loved to eat. At that moment, my heart hurt even more than my body. Even so, I put one of the sickeningly sweet candies into my mouth and chewed it hard. The artificial flavor spread through my mouth, mixing with the taste of blood in my throat until it became utterly nauseating.

The hot gaze felt too strong, but she felt even more shocked. Candy couldn't stand being stared at like this. She pretended to ask out of nowhere casually, "Cleveland, do you want some popcorn?" Their eyes met, and Cleveland quickly averted his gaze and shook his head to decline her offer. "No, you can have all of it." "Oh." From then on, the atmosphere continued to feel unnatural. After eating popcorn, Candy gradually felt that she couldn't taste the food anymore. Thus, she just left it aside and stopped eating. Cleveland remained silent for a few seconds, and then he reached out to hold Candy's hand on the seat. She was shocked and looked at him again.

She froze. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Her hand twitched. She glanced at me, then back at the candy. I pretended not to notice. Then, I heard the soft crinkling of paper. She greedily shoved the candy into her mouth like a child might sneak a sweet before dinner. I waited. It didn’t take long. The candies were designed to work quickly and efficiently, especially for someone as petite and malnourished as her. Within minutes, I heard a soft thud. I turned to see her sprawled across the floor, fast asleep. She was even snoring softly.

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

She scoffed as she brought her bag up to the register and began talking with Candy, while I continued looking for more sweets. "You ready?" I asked as I put my findings on the counter and waited for Candy to ring them up. "You're spending the night right?" "Yes of course," Ramona popped a gummy bear in her mouth as Candy handed her these new free samples. Candy not only sold candy but would make new flavors of different ones and serve them if people liked them. "I can't wait to see Monty, I miss his furball face." We made our way out of the shop and back down the sidewalk before we were tripped, falling face-first into the pavement. When I opened my eyes, I saw Rusty leaning over me breathin

Which is understandable because apparently im a stranger to them. I dug my hands into the pockets of my pants and pulled out a toffee. I stretched my hand towards a black haired girl. “Go on, take it. I don't bite. She stared at me for a split second before walking closer to me and taking the candy. “Naya.” Another kid called out her name, but it was more like she was trying to warn the kid. My face creased at the way they all looked scared. Why do they seem so scared? Why aren't they playing? Why are they so quiet and reserved? That is unhealthy for their age. They're supposed to be having fun and laughing.