Carmen Winstead Creepypasta Novels & Stories

A frightening chill went down my spine when I remembered the evil werewolves I had just fought and how it was a miracle to have escaped them—all for Chadwick. I hated the stream of blood staining the tiled floor because I was already dizzy, and I didn't want to cause Harrison and Carmen to panic. Cursing under my breath, I headed to the bathroom for the first aid kit when I almost stumbled upon seeing Carmen perched on the couch with her laptop, working away. Shit! When she glanced up, her face morphed into a concerned frown. "Why are you sneaking into the house? You're an adult and can come and go as you please as long as you're safe."

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

It piqued her interest at first but soon she found herself bored. She went to her room to get dress. Slipping on the sweater Carmela gave her last October, she decided to sit for a moment in the bed and absentmindedly get the book she was reading but when she tried to travel her hands on the table, she felt something warm. Thinking she spilt her coffee she forgot she brought, Catharine averted her gaze to the table. Fright engulfed her whole system. She even tried to blink her eyes to assure herself this is not her mind trying to play tricks on her but when she tried to look again it was still there. She did not know how it had happen but she is looking to eyeballs of human. It has little dr

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

Brody rushes forward, grabs another blood bag, and gives it to her. I feel her hunger through the bond we share. When the fourth bag drops to the floor with a thump, she looks around herself, her eyes wild with lunacy. Carmen isn’t inside there right now. My love isn’t there; it’s only her vampire. I can feel Carmen buried deep, asleep, not ready to face the world just yet. Tsking to Carmen, Brody tries to clean her face, but she bats him away, sending him flying toward Xavier.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

“I don’t know. I sense something in this one. You think, Papi, she has a little summin, summin?” Cesar doesn’t seem impressed, or not impressed, totally blank, and I can only assume he is who she calls Papi. I know it’s a name for your lover or mate. She reaches out picking up a strand of my wild unbrushed hair and runs her fingers through it slowly, tingling my scalp as it tugs gently. Putting me on edge and making me so uncomfortable I feel like calling on Colton, but I don’t. I have to expect his pack are going to be like this at a first meet. I mean, he just threw me in with them amid all that happened today, and they’re sizing me up to see how much grit I have. I can’t show them weaknes

That night, Evelyn sat in the living room of their apartment, Jayden asleep against her chest, his small fingers curled into her shirt. Carmen paced the kitchen, already planning dinner like life hadn’t been paused for months. “They’re done,” Carmen said, shaking her head. “Vanessa. Felicia. Halver. Finished. I knew that woman was off from day one.” Evelyn smiled faintly. “You always did.” “And I’ll always trust my instincts,” Carmen added smugly. “Especially about snakes.” Reed laughed from the doorway. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

“My brother was the last. I saw her… I saw her leaning over his cradle. Her face wasn’t human. It was grey scales and hunger. When I screamed, she cursed me, said if I told, I’d be made to eat my own heart.” My father stepped onto the stage, reading from the books he had received from Blue Moon. The horror deepened with every word, details of ritualistic draining, mothers driven mad, and the dark energy seeping into the soil. As the words spilled out, the atmosphere shifted from confusion to a fierce, righteous fury. The wolves of Eclipse Star began to growl thunderously, the earth trembling beneath them. It hit like a punch: the woman they’d allowed into their midst, the one promising them