Cody Creepypasta Novels & Stories

First it was hide and seek, then it was never have i ever, which got them drunk enough to start playing truth or dare. "Kyle!" Steve yelled. Kyle was half through a sip of energy drink and vodka. "Truth." He said after. Steve wrinkled his nose. "Nevermind. who wants a dare?" He asked and Becca's hand shot up. She wasn't nearly as wasted as the others because she really hasn't done anything too exciting. While they took shots for skateboard tricks they've done and relationships they've been in, Becca sat quietly. This was Becca's game. She loved dares and her friends were pretty good at giving them. She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going.

"12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—" ~MY BOY, I REALLY MISS YOU~ "Fuck!! I swear to god..." Creed bit his own lips to keep himself conscious. "I will burn down this forest one day if you don't stop that shit..." Creed was struggling for some unknown reason. He wanted to look back, but he knew he must never do that. Creed had already read about the Necrosis Forest in Glitch Forum, so he knew what was going on with him. Necrosis Forest was one of the most notorious places in the Glitch. The atmosphere inside the Forest was very creepy.

I need to think of something because it seems that I will not be able to handle this. "It's already begun!" Kaelynn said enthusiastically, and we all bent our heads so that we couldn't see the scenes but could still hear the dreadful sounds. Daryl, you're a shame! You're the heir to the Lockhart wealth, but you're afraid of horror movies? Not only that, but you're a vampire that is already terrified of noises. I can't take it any longer! I must overcome my fear! Right! This is something I can handle! AFTER 3 HOURS

The last player who tried that was vaporized! 【Comment 4: My anxiety is through the roof. Send help.】 The wet wipe hissed the moment it touched his skin. I just figured it was some really stubborn dirt. "Jeez, this is really stuck on there," I said, scrubbing harder. "What is this stuff? Cement?" The revenant was completely stunned. I’ll call him Pops. For decades, he had only known one reaction. Fear. Then screams. Then ashes. But this woman… was wiping his face.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

“Aurora: Wow this is weird for sure. Good weird! So Hi! I’m your brother Harper and I’ll be fourteen in two long months. I’m dying to know what you’re like, if you look like me. I didn’t get to see Brenna when she was here, I guess in the middle of the night … you know, vamp time and all. What are you into? I’m learning to skateboard but my buddy Felix just broke his ankle and mom went all nuts and took my board away, total bummer. I guess you’re a mom so, pup stuff huh? Mom doesn’t know I wrote this and snuck in the mail bag but I felt like I had to. They drive me nuts you know? I think having a sister and coming to a new pack would be the coolest. I hope it works out cause I think I’d be a

He paid no attention. After he passed, my body shimmered until I looked like Mr. Hartrell again. I walked through the cafeteria, but saw nothing out of the ordinary … just a few cafeteria ladies wearing uniforms and hairnets preparing for the lunch crowd. I darted quickly down another hallway when I found him. He was definitely a vamp, appearing to be in his early twenties, with a scruffy beard and light brown curly hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed for a week. He wore a tan army jacket and dirty blue jeans, heavily stained, peering through the window of a classroom door. He was watching something, or someone, when he caught my scent. Immediately, he turned and snarled, running t

“You may call me nothing else.” Cody shifted back into human form beside me, ignoring the sting of open wounds that threatened to flood my senses. The faint hum of his transformation was a reminder that we were still alive, still capable of standing up when the world tried to crush us. “State your business,” Cody demanded sharply, his voice cutting through the heavy air. The Dreadlord smiled faintly, a thin line that hinted at something far older than any of us. “I have not come for business. I have come for dissolution,” he said, and the word settled like frost on the back of my neck.

How those girls managed to get into my house was far away from what could be in my idea. My name is Cody. Popularly known as the weak human in the pack. My mother was eighteen when she had me. She stubbornly refused to listen to her parents and came down here to the Crescent pack to marry my dad. Unfortunately for her, she had been too weak to bore me as everyone thought I was going to end up being a werewolf like my father. My mother, Helen, died few minutes after giving birth to me and I was left with my dad, Paul.

"If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…" I pushed him down. He tried to resist, but I tapped his cheek lightly and leaned close to his ear. "Good boy. You should listen to your master." Chad froze, and the composure in his eyes immediately vanished. Lust clouded his gaze. "Who smeared the screen? I can't see anything!" "Wait, Vanessa is a succubus? When did she become one?" "No wonder the story is so different now. Turn on the lights! I want to see her tail!"