Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Anytime, worm, if that ditz is you.” “You're not a horse, Samael.” “I'm hung like one.” “Shut up!” I burst out of the car, running mad-dash for the house. His cackles followed after me. The back door was unlocked. I burst through the screen door, shivering in the drawing room of our crumbling manor house. Kicking off my shoes, I peered through the bay window. A speck shone in the sky. “Creep,” I spat. “Vile, filthy creep.”

it was the negative energy! It was seeping into the cut in my palm, coiling like dark theqds as it fed on my blood. Ahhh! Weak. My entire body felt weak as if a strong parasite was feeding off my life. “Ohhh, is it happening already?” Lana snickered. “Oh dear,they must be so hungry.” “Carmen, don't be afraid. Your children are just hungry,after taking a good sip of your blood, everything would be alright?” “Children? Take me out of this bullshit place,I have no children.” I growled, my voice sounding like a wounded wolf.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Emma willed her legs to move as she felt around for a wall. She hadn’t been able to see much of anything when she had first entered the crypt, and now that she was sealed in, she was surrounded by a stygian darkness. She bumped into something solid and stone-like, and immediately crouched down on the floor in a fetal position. Her body shook, her lips trembled and her mind conjured creepy-crawlies, fantastic monsters, and demons of all shapes and sizes. And they came, one and all in full force, to crawl over her skin, to nip and paw at her, and to literally pull her to pieces.

And that horrible feeling that made her think that they were kidnapped so her uncle could take Cody, it almost gave her a heart attack! But seeing the old couple waiting for them to wake up was a shock… What were they going to do? Kill them and then perhaps hide their bodies in the back of their truck? That was probably the food they sold there, human meat, cooked human meat! Carmen scowled, her eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. What kind of sane person would think like that?! Except her of course, her imagination was the wildest… She mentally rolled her eyes and stared up at the troubled look on Adrian’s face. Her eyebrows raised, seeing that he was already staring. He seemed to have z

“You have to weed out the bad to benefit the many sometimes. They were practicing things they have no place to mess with. They were no sisters of mine; they were something the world could do without and the high council will agree when I present them with my findings on why I rid them of an entire coven.” She seems to want to end the conversation and moves past me fast to flash bomb a creature in the face as it stuck out its stupid head into where we are moving. So fast Carmen didn’t have time to react even though it was right at her side. It’s semi shadowy here, it obviously didn’t expect a blinding light to expand its face all over the wall in a dramatic and disgusting fashion. I recoil in

Secondly, it is a graveyard containing the remains of fallen witches: double scary. Amelia seemed to either not notice my hesitation or to not care because she kept moving. I had to literally stop myself from running and instead keep walking towards it. We made our way to the center. I swallowed hard in fear as we passed the various graves. One caught my eyes for reasons that I did not understand. Celeste Monroe, the tombstone said. I couldn't pull my eyes off of it. Something about it felt peculiar. I got this creepy feeling that I could not explain.

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

I paid my donors quite well, and she was saving that money towards a deposit on a house for her and her partner. Before I even knew it, she was knocking on the door. I welcomed her in, engaging in light small talk on the way to the living room. Once she indicated that she was ready, I bit into her offered wrist. I pulled away when she moaned, her heart rate increasing with desire. “Caroline,” I whispered. “Are you okay?” She opened her eyes again. “That was so good.” She pulled her dress down, tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck. “Please, bite me again. Please, Effie.”