Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Others laughed at her gloom and she closed her ears unable to hear their sickening noise. Cassy’s gawked at the dirty room—cobwebs sticking out on the tattered walls. The moon peered at the three dusty recliners from the left window. Opposite it, a carpeted staircase led to another floor opening into the world of oblivion. Maybe! A knife went hovering over her into the fire; the steel charred making ruthless love to it and a big book with an image of a woman with inflamed eyes fell near her. Her lips quivered as she read the title—A Trickster; An Evilest and The Sinister!

His company was a start-up so they weren't very helpful like a more established corporation would be in our situation. It forced my mom to move in with her second cousin who was a hermit. Ginny was 60-something years old but looked like she could be 80. She collected newspaper clippings on old murder cases and read books about werewolves. She swore she saw one, knew of them even, this was all before I was born. And it's because of her fear of werewolves she hasn't left her house in over a decade.

It always made me nervous, like it was building up some sort of anticipation. A blood-curdling scream rang throughout the hallway as we approached the door to his room, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I watched as a blonde pet bolted her way down the hallway, a smirking vampire a little ways behind her. She wasn't wearing a collar. The vampire took leisurely steps towards her as she ran away, like a lion stalking its next victim. My eyes followed her as she ran past us. My heart sank at the sight. She couldn't outrun him, even she should know that.

"Really? Because I think they'll be devils like Satan's servants." "What?? Why so mean??" Len slapped my back. "I don't know. Just think so." "You should wish them good Alexandro!" "Yea yea, now get off me! " I pushed him off. Yea, Satan's servants. That's it. The couple of blood and terror. Feared by everybody. That's the couple they will be. I'm sure of it. Carmen's POV After a forever dreading lesson on "how to pack a tent", we were finally done and can set off.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Carson When you’ve planned something out to the tiniest of details—using a fold, one the weres mistakenly failed to close, to march a massive contingent of hungry ferocious vampires into the snowy sleeping midst of your rival’s territory and cursing their own raised dead to send battling against them, then drink the blood of a god, becoming one yourself so you can take captive your rival’s reigning queen—to suddenly find yourself spectacularly upstaged after all that damn work, well, it grates on you.

So she quickly changed her clothes and then jogged all the way back downstairs, straight to the supply closet. Silence greeted her as she walked through the house, along with an eerie calmness. He was nowhere in sight, and Nancy didn't seem to have returned either from wherever she had disappeared to. In the land of spirits, maybe. She lightly shivered, pushing away the thought. She hadn't cared much about all these paranormal things before, when she had no idea that they even existed at all. But now that she knew that they were real, that a creature that she'd priorly believed to be a myth, a silly bedtime story happened to actually exist, she couldn't help but feel so terrorized. About all

She thought of the fire escape, the ripped window, the taste of adrenaline and need that never seemed to leave her throat. “Always,” she said. And this time, she almost believed it. * When morning came, the city’s streets were orange with chemical sunrise and panicked with rumor. The market had already patched its wounds. Word spread: a pair of ghosts had knifed their way through two squads, left only mess and a floating corpse as testimony. In the hush of the utility corridor, Carolina sipped stolen tea and let Wyn’s science experiment fizz on her tongue, hoping the fever would break soon. Xander dozed with his head in her lap, twitching now and then, chasing nightmares darker than anything

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!” The voices then reverted back to an old woman’s and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Wendy Wayne, let nothing but joy linger around her, in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit up to the sky and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody centipede crawled out and I smashed the insect with my feet. Wendy is lying on the ground unconscious, I come to her and she’s still breathing so I lift her up and a portal appears behind me