Novel & Cerita Carmen Winstead Creepypasta

Whimpering, she crawled to a corner before her parent's bodies was set ablaze. The hallway had been filled up with students. Wendy opened her eyes, she stood up, but she couldn't recall how she got there, she rushed into the lady's room and splashed water on her face thrice before glancing at the mirror. Seeing a pale-faced old woman with awful silver eyes and red cheeks, her skin was blue and her grey wavy hair rested on her back. She quickly turned back when the old woman smirked, but there was nothing behind her. “I must be seeing ghosts.” She said. Hearing a scream from the hallway, she rushed out of the restroom and met other students hanging out in front of her class with their hands b

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."

I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories. Vampire Shifter. Ghost. Demon. Boogeyman. Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster. The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat. When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, humming in contentment. "We have a Silas Devant at 10."

"It’s only natural. Even if he’s done so many bad things, he’s still your mate. Who knows! Maybe you’ll tame him well." I scoff at her cheeky grin and shake my head. "Not like how you did with yours..." Carmen lets out a proud laugh while I groan and look forward. She can be so straightforward and open that it’s cringy at times. Before either of us can say more, we both tense at a sudden, chilling scent: blood. We exchange looks, but Carmen quickly positions herself in front of me as we approach a cave. The rotten smell seeping from it makes me shudder.

"Ahhhh!" Her eyes broadened, the feeling of shock, anger and fear washed over her. Running to the door, Celeste tried opening it but unfortunately, it was locked from outside. "Don't worry, you will definitely like my gift." Remembering what he said before she left, Celeste screamed loudly while trying to run away from the cockroaches in the room, "Rhodes Weston. You psychopath!!!" * The Next Morning * "Stand with your arms up." While trying to follow Carmen's order, she could barely stand still. Her legs felt so numb so did her arms as she had to hold two bowls of water on her hand.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

“Okay, so one of the names Stewart spewed out was Seonaid MacIain. She’s a librarian who lives in Glasgow. Stewart needed her help a few years ago working on a project that involved translating some ancient Scottish texts. When I jumped into her head, I immediately picked up on a thought about a strange phone call she’d received yesterday, a man asking about what she calls the Ancient Undead Text. I am assuming that’s our Vampire book, even though I don’t think I’ve picked up on that title anywhere else, not from Stewart or Ward. Anyway she is a human, so to her it’s all just an ancient riddle. She’d never seen the book before and was thinking it was all just legend until this man sent her p

"Okay." Caraline smiled as she watched Deric attempt to climb into the wheelchair. As the man drove towards the kitchen, his laughter was suddenly present. "This is starting to get fun." Caraline turned to the television. The television showed a headless ghost with blood pouring out of it. "Oh my! How can people like horrible things like this movie? It makes me sick." Caraline covered her face with both hands. She didn't want to look at the television, but the movie still came through and gave her goosebumps. The woman scanned the surroundings, which were quiet and poorly lit.

I can feel the sinister power coursing through my veins, a palpable force that threatens to overwhelm me. As the nightmare intensifies, I find myself unable to escape its grasp. I'm trapped in a twisted reality where an old woman with gnarled hands hovers over me, her sinister laughter echoing in the darkness. I struggle against invisible restraints, my heart pounding with fear as she reaches towards me with chilling intent.