Cerita Horor Creepypasta Novels & Stories

She’d wondered if someone else had disappeared or did they find the real Greg. “What is wrong Lily? Since yesterday, you have been hiding in your room and you look as if someone told you your puppy just died,” he asked her with concern. She smiled slightly at his description of her expression, but it didn’t surprise that Andrew had noticed she was upset. “I have a problem,” she confessed. His face filled with even more worry, but remained silent. “At first I thought I was just paranoid, but yesterday I got a call from... him and he confirmed it. He told me he created a serum that acts on humans like a werewolf’s bite... the fake Greg gave it to me,” she explained, feeling so violated. She lo

She breathed out. “That’s where I was headed, too!” I told her with a giddy smile. “Do you know much about supernatural stuff?” She nodded excitedly with bright eyes. “I’m a blogger, determined to find out the truth about the Aguya mystery.” We finally made our way up the stairs and found a table to settle down on. The whole floor was littered with shelves holding books with information on different magical creatures. Vampires, witches, fairies, elves, leprechauns…. the list went on.

Calmer Keegan added, “Never dismiss things like this, Teresa. It may have just sounded like a passing little horror story, but you have got to remember, at one point we were all considered just a passing horror story to scare someone. We’ve created a safe space here as our parents wanted, but we have to be vigilant to keep it that way.” Keegan leaned back in his chair and placed his arms over his eyes. He probably needed more sleep, but that can hopefully happen later. He heaved a long sigh, hearing his sister apologize again. Keegan understood though. Terry was in such a happy spot in her life. She found her mate, they had both accepted each other, and were planning this crazy wedding. Of c

Waiting for his orders. Popobawa were horrible creatures gifted with black magic who fed off of fear. It's why you usually saw them coupled with hitmen or at the sight of natural disasters. I didn't think the AAs had enough clout to bankroll one of these rare creatures, but I guess business was booming. "You rang?" It never once had eyes for Q but continued to stare at me and Erika, lip curled back so we could see its gangrenous tongue as it feed from us. "What is it that you wish of me, Master Quinton."

“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

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

"Long,long ago, there was a hermit who lived deep in the heart of the swamp. His life was a simple one, he loved the swamp and its solitude. But he hated adults and children alike, and he despised TEENAGERS. He considered them a lousy bunch of overgrown kids who loved noise. Then civilization grew, cities and towns were built but no one bothered about the swamp. It was uninhabitable, they said. One day a bunch of teenagers decided it would be fun to go camping in the swamp. You know how teenagers are, they made a lot of noise, drank alcohol, smoked weed and made a mess everywhere. The hermit was upset cos of their actions and decided to teach them a lesson. Due to his absence from civilizati