Clockwork Creepypasta Cosplay Novels & Stories

And both were putting in the purge-led light-up masks. When Willow turned back to glance at them, they waved at her, without returning their greeting, she faced her front and started observing the environment, and admired the diverse costume which they wore. There was a guy with a Killer Clown Mask, Creepy scarecrow costume, and another with a scary zombie mask. "Okay, these people came prepared!" She saw a girl with Freddy Krueger Mask, who was walking with someone she concluded to be her friend with a Pawnwise outfit. "Not bad" she murmured.

One of them is upside down. Inside, the lights are red and gold, flickering like a fire about to go out. There are plastic skulls on the staircase, but some of them aren’t plastic. Or they’re really good at pretending. The music vibrates through the floorboards, some remix that sounds like a church hymn slowed down and set on fire. Costumes range from lazy devil horns to full gothic drag. Someone walks by in a plague doctor mask and offers me a drink. I take it.

"A drake. I almost got eaten... by a drake." "It probably hatched just a few hours ago." A plate is set on the table, then a cup, "Like I said, you were lucky." "Just hatched?" My eyes widen at the dark haired man, "It was three times my size!" He looks at me then, silvery eyes give me an impassive once over. The difference in our clothing is suddenly very apparent to me. Him, in something of an expensive medieval cosplay. And me, old sneakers and leggings, an oversized button up thrown over a sports bra. Clothes that are absolutely battered and the button up which is now missing a sleeve.

~ The beddings of my bed had a wooden mannequin disguised as a sleeping form which was easy to deceive an onlooker as I dressed it up like me with the lighting of the room reduced to just the moonlight. “Where is she?” My gaze checking on the wooden clock every second, unable to sit still, I paced around twisting, turning, half yelling, and stopped at intervals to sip some water to relieve the stress eating deep into my soul. I wore a black cloak with a feather mask, black gloves, and high black boots. My hair was wrapped into a big bun and I was free from my diamonds and items of beautification. I left my door open and when a tiptoeing sound hit the floor I knew it was time.

68. ATTA GIRL The vigil was a beautifully resplendent, and a truly elaborate ceremony. Well as beautiful as a funeral ceremony could be anyway. The entire pack was up between the wee hours of dawn and midnight old and young alike, dressed in formal attires of midnight black with no trace of any other colour... just as werewolf culture demanded.

Hanging lamps stretch over the party area, wrapped around trees and around the stage. Their light is orange, dim like candlelight. People dressed in colorful costumes, with many wearing Halloween costumes. Some are dressed as sexy bunnies, mummies, zombies, and even werewolves. “Windward.” When Vero heard Lev calling her by her last name, her heart raced, and her pulse is so strong that it makes her throat tighten. She stares at the surface of the lake for a split second.

Skaii and I make ourselves comfortable and waited < the creature is approaching the passage, it’s go time > {{ roger, over and out }} I check the time and it’s 2:40 AM which means it’s coming to prepare in time for the witching hour which is believed to be 3:00 AM, we take our ear pieces out and turn them off as well as the light and move closer to the closet curtains to get a better look, the wall slowly rumbles open then closes again. The figure stands in the shadows for a few minutes then takes a very audible and deep breath before walking around towards the bed by the bedside table and sets a pouch down < seems like your father was here visiting you again hmm, the poor sap being all hope

I couldn't understand what he was doing at first. He was getting frustrated as I had no idea what he was try to illustrate for me then said, 'I am the Voodoo Man okay. I once told you I want to become a Sorcerer, now I am. I am the sorcerer in the black cults. I had to live in your world which I future for some time to gather all the spells and enchanting books I needed. "Oh, Oh, Oh. Yeah I recognize you but why would you wear fake sorcerer custume just like the one I wear on Halloween night", I replied him.

“He was. I’m not sure how he got in there, though.” “Weird.” Shrugging, she decided it didn’t really matter. “So anyway, Holland was gone again, but she’d been working with this creepy bastard in Eastern Europe--Daunator. Even though he’d been basically dormant for a few hundred years, he was pissed at that point and started making an army of Shadow Creepers. Of course, at the time, no one knew what those were. So my parents took a team over there to get rid of him. They blew him up with a grenade, but my mom fell off a mountain--and apparently she died for a few minutes or something. But Jamie brought her back, and that’s when my dad found out she was pregnant with me and my brother.”

“No, not in a good way. In a way that doesn’t make me happy. You don’t know how I’m trying hard not to crack down. There will be guys at this party, and you’re going dressed in that.” “Then come,” she says, and I raise a brow. “You could wear a mask, and they won’t know it’s you. It’s Halloween. Any costume will do,” she says, and I shake my head. I am about to speak when we hear the doorbell. “That must be Rhea!” she squeals. Then I let go of her with a sigh, watching her rush out of the room. I follow her, making it to the living room, where I see Rhea dressed in something similar but with artificial eyes and whiskers. I piece it together—a werewolf.