Creepiest Creepypasta Stories Novels & Stories

Losing my parents at a young age in my life has made me into someone I am not, and because of their passing, I was captured by some real nasty Bampire Lords who in prisoned me, and I became a slave to my kind where I am used to feeding on and to satisfy the needs of my slave owners. THE MANSION JessBlue As the evening is getting late, I hear my Lord Cameron and his Lady Candice calling from the mansion that is located deep in the cave mountains in the Crite of Bluestoria, or the city of Bluestoria. Upon hearing their voices, my body convulses. I start to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up from the intense stimulation that I know I’m about to receive. My heart beats in fear becaus

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

"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.

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.

Raising an eyebrow, he stared curiously at Katia. Katia continued into the room acting oblivious to her uncle’s curious stare. She started showing him the different books in her library. “Look Uncle, I have books about each titan, god, demigod, angel, and mystical creatures.” Moving along the shelves she showed him the section with the human stories and fairytales. The next section was her favorite. She excitedly told Cronos, “I even have all the books written about us and other supernatural creatures by humans. Next, I am going to add a movie theater room. One like the packhouse had and all the supernatural movies made by humans and supernatural’s alike.” Katia was beaming at him with this

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a patronizing, dismissive smile that did not reach her eyes. “The Great Uprising?” she repeated, her voice a soft, airy thing that grated on my raw nerves. She gave a little laugh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. “Alpha Daven, you must understand, stories like that are a dime a dozen around Bloodwood territory. They're boogeyman tales, things mothers whisper to their pups to frighten them into behaving. 'Finish your dinner, or the Death Goddess will rise and claim you.' It’s a myth. A piece of dark folklore, nothing more.” Her words were meant to be soothing, to paint me as a high-strung Alpha spooked by children's ghost stories

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat