Cody Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Weak and shaking, I stood in the darkness, feeling the insects and snakes gnawing at my toes. My survival instinct screamed at me to lower my head and sink my teeth into whatever I could catch, but the cramped confines denied even the basic movement of a crouch. With the last of my strength, I cast a Whisperbind Spell, sending my desperate plea directly to his ears. But all I received in return was his merciless judgment. "You're already terrified from a few insect bites. Did you ever think about how helpless Belinda felt when you left her to be torn apart by those beasts?"

Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate. I was starving. It had been almost twenty four hours since I had last eaten. I had been running on fumes and adrenaline since then. Suddenly, A knock sounded at the door. I closed the book and placed it on the couch as I stood up to go see who it was. I was surprised to see Cain standing outside my door holding a large plate of steaming food, a fork and a bottle of water tucked under his arm. "I figured you hadn't eaten," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

So I let Trisha know, so she would let Isaac know, so Isaac would let Brandon know and he would do whatever he wanted with it. Brett would call once a week, and his updates kept getting better and better: no new scuffles, Kujo was healthier and stronger than ever, Gina and the children were happy to have been left alone at last, and nobody suspected the male spirit cussing and threatening night visitors in the Rockwell Tunnels wasn’t the infamous Skippy. Quaker Hall was active as hell, and the haunting there was getting more aggressive by the week. Like the dark entities were pissed off about something.