Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Confused and slightly frightened, Sunny sat up in bed, wondering what was going on. As Sunny sat in bed, she looked around all angles of her bedroom while feeling off edge. She heard whispers but couldn’t make out what they were saying, which made her a bit scared. As she squeezed into her sheets, her palms started to sweat. The whispers grew louder, and Sunny could feel a presence in the room. She mustered up the courage to call out, "Who's there?" but received no response. The whispers then filled the bedroom loudly, and a ghostly face slowly came out of Sunny's white bedroom wall across from her. The face came out in gray smoke and seemed to be staring directly at Sunny. Goosebumps formed

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

"It felt like fingers." Zane moved closer, his body tense and alert. "Ghost fingers?" "I don't know! Maybe?" "Or maybe you're just freaking yourself out," he replied with a gentle tone. "This place is creepy so I get it." I wasn't just imagining things but I had no proof so I kept quiet. He might be right after all. The ancient werewolf cemetery was exactly as horrifying as Alerion had promised, maybe worse. And I was absolutely, completely, one hundred percent convinced that something was watching us.

Emma snatched the file up, holding it as if she’d just stumbled upon the combination to a vault. It wasn’t either of you; it was him! This . . . thing . . . was already here. No one ever found a corpse. Was it . . . was it sleeping when you showed up? Was it really able to put a curse on Mom when she hadn’t even done anything but show up . . . and then make it jump to another person when she died? From that far away? Emma stared blankly at the lines of text, lost amidst accounts of cannibalism stretching from the colonial era to modern day Canada.

The sun crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room as I awoke. A sense of unease lingered from the events of the previous day. Thoughts swirled in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. As I lay in bed, I reflected on the sudden appearance of the congratulatory cake. It seemed out of place, and Carmen's explanation only fueled my suspicions. I recalled the unexpected encounter when I went looking for her during dinner, only to find her talking to Adrian. The conversation seemed hushed, and their body language hinted at a level of secrecy that left me uneasy.

I want you to cum while I'm still inside you. He did. He came with a broken scream, cock spurting weakly over the sheets as his ass milked me through my next release. I flooded him again, so much cum it pushed out around my shaft in a creamy white mess that dripped onto the floor. We collapsed together after that bodies slick, shaking, spent. I pulled out slowly, the drag making him whimper from the overstimulation. Thick ropes of my cum poured out of his ruined hole, running down his ass and soaking the sheets. His chest heaved. His eyes were glassy, dazed, and glowing with something I was too terrified to name.

"What do you like to write?" "I don't know yet. The strange and unusual fascinates me." He pauses. "I read a lot of horror books. Do you like horror?" "Yes." I start to make a joke of his question, something about how close it is to my heart, but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me. The feeling startles me, for I haven't had it in centuries. The sensation is intense; I put a hand to my head to steady myself, while searching for the source of it. Seymour reaches out to help, and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin. I am not sure of the nature of his disease, but I have a good idea what it is.

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

"I can feel your fear, smell your blood, and my body is screaming to take a big, huge bite." Elijah Orleans was overcome with uncontrollable fear that seemed to fill every part of his body. The woman standing before him had a face that turned dark as she stared at him. She pulled back a little, her chest rising, and her mouth opening in a way that he knew was not possible for a normal human being. Large fangs came out in the place of her normal teeth, and her face took on the shape of a ferocious animal. Veins popped out on her face, and her pure brown eyes turned a shade of black worse than anything he had ever seen before. She growled, emitting the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.