Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

At this point, I wasn't sure I could trust her. I slumped on the grassland. I took a deep breath, sucking the fresh air in. "Don't tell me you had a nightmare" Carmen stated, and my body shook. "How..how.. how did you know?" I questioned with a stutter. Carmen smirked. "I'm a witch; one that has been in existence for years now. Well, that isn't how I know, but I do." Carmen made herself comfortable beside me, then she coughed slightly.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

She felt a lump in her throat. "We saw vampires and witches. We even saw Christina Nukpana and Lenard Breaker." Gavin said, remembering what they saw. "We heard a scream." Gavin stopped there. He cried silently. A long scream of agony, Christina Nukpana will make her first victim scream in agony. It's her way of announcing her presence in a certain place. "We'll separate our ways. It's been a long time since Embriman vampires consumed human blood. I can feel their presence everywhere. The four of you should stick together." Peony stared at them for a moment before continuing.

So Reno and Ethel hunt Tigers and birds every day for us. Finally, I can smile after so long! Everything’s going fine. But something really weird and scary happened with me today. I don’t know if I will be able to get a reply from you both, but I’m still writing this to let you know. A girl named Bonny Markham approached me today morning, and I happened to accidently touch her hand. I thought it would be all normal, but then I saw into her head, a girl dying before my eyes, she was killed by another lady in red silk dress. I thought it was just a nightmare that Bonny had, but when i met the rest of them at the forest, I accidently touched Catty’s hands, and it was scary that Bonny Markham’s

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

Carmesim sent him after the documents as soon as possible. — But as far as we knew the Carmesim Mansion was being occupied by a distant aunt of Mrs. Carmesim, you know the rumors of that woman being crazy — the lady in yellow paused and the girl turned her face again to see what the women were doing, but right at the time the lady in yellow took her hand out of her mouth and drank a sip of the drink — Since when Mrs. Carmesim was just a debutante there were already those disturbing stories of the woman dancing on the blood of her children.

But paranoia had kept me alive this long. I took a random left. The headlights followed. I took another right. They were still there and it wasn’t a cop car. At the next stop sign, I got a clearer look. It was a van.. an old, beat-up purple van. The kind of van that’s basically a rolling advertisement for “I have free candy and a deeply troubling basement.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I muttered. This was it. This was the last straw on the camel that was already buried under a mountain of shit. Dead girls, cryptic notes, creepy naked boyfriends, and now a fucking creeper van? Nope. Not tonight.

She adjusted her stance, chanting louder now, her voice reverberating through the room. Carmen gasped, her hands clutching the armrests of her chair. A sudden, vivid image flashed in her mind-a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness, his voice a low, haunting whisper. "You belong to me now," the figure said, their words echoing like a thunderclap. Carmen's breath hitched. The figure's form shifted, and she saw herself standing before a woman glowing with otherworldly beauty with robes like stardust and silvery wings.

That old hag, as annoying as she was I'll admit her power is admirable. "I do not think it matters, the witches know about you, I am sure." I mumbled. A small and creepy cabin comes into my vision. Its wood looks rotten, dark with moss plastered onto it like paint. Its windows are dark with spiderwebs making its home. "This must be where Mericel and her little admirers are. Creepy little thing. Hope I do not catch a disease just by looking at it." I murmur. Cylester laughs on my shoulder nearly toppling over.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.