Coco Creepypasta 소설 & 이야기

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

I breathed, puzzled “how would it destroy them?” “When the black ooze touches someone, it seeps into their body through their skin” Cosmo began “it’ll overtake all of their organs and bones and rearrange them, turning them into one of my ‘Creations.’ The Creations have dished-in heads with no eyes. Their bodies are skinny, with long twig-like fingers and toes and black oozing skin. They can be quite... scary…but they keep me safe.” To see Cosmo feeling so insecure about himself only made me feel relieved that there was someone in the Base suffering more than I was. I actually had a chance of survival. He looked weak; like how Tin had been when I had him pinned underneath me…

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

“SELENA COLLINS! WHERE ARE THE DOCUMENTS?!” The walls of Vermillion Cyberspace trembled like they'd heard the voice of the apocalypse. An apocalypse wearing a black suit, brooding intensity, and enough passive-aggressive rage to power a small country. Inside his glass-walled office, CEO Theo van Gogh. Yes, that van Gogh—no, not the painter, but equally dramatic. He stood like an avenging spirit of corporate efficiency. Papers rustled in fear. Coffee machines in the break room paused mid-brew. Somewhere on the 11th floor, an intern dropped his mug and whispered, “He’s summoning her again.”

She could almost see his hips driving deep, his face tight with focus and raw hunger. The moans from the other side of the wall grew louder. The girl was whimpering now, a frantic, needy sound that made Lena’s stomach flip. Caleb grunted through his teeth, a rough, primal rhythm pounding into the mattress. Lena’s fingers crept into her panties before she could even think to stop them. She was already slick, her body betrayed by the simple sound of his pleasure.

Four in the morning Bohdan looked around the pod and saw that everyone was asleep. It was ten hours since the vent was turned off and the room was filling with carbon monoxide slowly killing everyone inside. Bohdan saw his chance and decided to take it, he crawled over to Cindy, who was fast asleep and sunk his teeth into her neck and fed off her. Nobody in the pod heard or noticed a thing as he slowly killed her.

"Yes, Antonia. The Craon was surprised to see the great God and Goddess in his little abode so he gladly brought them in, offered them drinks, and asked what brought them. They told it that they want it to guide the cage of your father and the Craon gladly accepted cause all that mattered to it was that he was going to live in the sea once more. But to hide the truth from all so that the beings won't know that the Craon is back they caged your father in the deserted sea. The sea till ten years to come will always be the most dangerous sea one can ever see. I can take you to the sea Antonia, yes I can. But before then you have to make a journey to the only females that can give you a portion

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

My breath came out in whimpers, like the breath of the weeping Uncivil around me. Tentacles slithered towards me, and seized my arms and wings. Their hold was tight and cool and sticky, like great black worms. They lifted me into the air. More dark tendrils coiled around my feet, legs, and hips, constricting me from the waist down. They pulled hard. ~ My eyes shot open to the sound of my own agonized scream, and Mr. Cillian’s mad cackle. He was in the room with me again. “He’s almost here,” said Mr. Cillian. “It’s almost time.”

Cole moaned in agony and turned to face her, his face sweating. "All right, hot pants. Is there any way we can avoid doing that? Let's just stop, please," he pleaded, stretching his neck and facing Cora as it dawned on her that she had just had sex with a TOTAL STRANGER who resembled her husband. Then she started to wonder whether doppelgangers existed and if Cole was Creed's doppelgänger. But something disturbed her, and she wasn't sure what it was. "Can you tell me what kind of creature you are?" She inquired as he attempted to stretch.