Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Carmella (When the demon comes knocking ) Horror, obsessed, supernatural and paranormal By favy18 Three days later Episode 11 "Are you ready? "She asked and I smirked "Ready!!! " "Zo fa Lita nayerza kilati!" She recited repeatedly until I felt my soul been sucked into something that felt like a tube I close my eyes due to the brightness I tried opening my eyes to adjust to the light..... I was standing in a battlefield with so many people fighting, more like strange creatures

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

With a strong grip on my wrist, I felt the possession of the evil, Carson Dexter and jolted awake… BOOM

The lights flickered as it always did, adding to the creepiness and scary factor of the basement. “Its just a rat. Its just a rat.” Carson chanted to himself to calm him beating heat. “There is no such thing as ghosts. No ghosts. No ghosts.” He continued chanting while searching with the torch. The unrhythmic flickering lights were unreliable so he made sure to keep his torch pointed towards the direction of his vision.

Then, she and Celie would hang the garlands around their windows at night as they were supposed to drive out the evil creatures away. Lisa remembered what happened at the guest room the previous night. Seeing Celie on the floor near the window and worrying at what could have happened to her. She imagined the Ember Ghost leaping into the room from the wide windows and summoning Celie to come with him. She imagined Celie getting out of the bed and walking towards the window as if in a trance before falling into a slump on the floor. Lisa laughed softly at herself and shook her head slightly. Nestie looked at his friend closely as she held the garlands which he knew were too much than what he w

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

As the evening wore on, Carmen was overcome with a strong desire to walk in the forest. She carefully climbed out of her bedroom window, her hands and feet sticking to the walls like a magnet. Slowly, she descended the walls, moving as gracefully as a spider. Once she reached the ground, she darted off into the forest, moving at a lightning-fast pace without even realizing it. The scent of something familiar caught her attention, causing her to stop in her tracks. Suddenly, a mysterious woman appeared before her, shrouded in a red hooded gown that concealed her face.

Samantha You’d think that at this point — after: finding two vampires in my basement, winning a cursed house in the middle of nowhere, accidentally waking the King of Vampires, discovering his homicidal ex–best friend wanted my soul, and dealing with the emotional aftermath of my husband cheating on me with my sister… …I would have developed some kind of crisis immunity. Spoiler: I absolutely had not. Especially not when a ten-foot stone horror exploded through the tunnel wall like it had a personal vendetta against my face.

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right