Creepy Internet Stories Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to spill her crazy on to someone else. With no one to really talk to and all the time to kill she pulled out her laptop. She started searching the web for everything from hauntings to attachment’s. It was hard to distinguish what was real and what was fabricated. Jess eventually stumbled across something called a demonologist. His name was Doug Marshall and he lived about a day’s drive from her in Colorado. She clicked the contact me button on his website and decided that now was the time to tell her crazy story. This guy was her last and final hope. She closed her laptop as she was told to upon initial decent. With just her carry on she made her way to the parking lot

She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in. Creek lake is named after a certain family. A man, to be precise. Mr. John Creek. He was a businessman, who had moved into a house on third street, along with his wife and two kids. Though his line of business was known by his family alone, all could see that he was very successful. He would give to the poor and help out the town whenever he could. On his way to a friend's house one day, he stumbled upon a lake and after a while, Mr. John Creek moved into a cottage on the street closest to the lake. He moved into the cottage on fam street alone. The towns people questioned his actions but he would always describe t

But there was something about knowing that everyone went through things as bad as she had been through that made her feel a little bit saner. The werewolf in the center, the one that was eyeing her like he wanted to eat her for lunch, breakfast, and dinner started making his way slowly over to her. There was something vaguely familiar about him. For a long time, werewolves and other magical creatures had remained hidden. But with the internet, it was hard for them not to be exposed. Sightings of werewolves became common and eventually, werewolves and others like them---shifters was the preferred word of choice----started telling their stories.

He has always been himself all this while, drinking, crying, sleeping, and reminiscing about all the times he had spent with her and wondering what he had done wrong or what he didn't do right. He had no friend to talk to. He had no siblings to confide in. He had nobody to associate with. Eugene had little or no luck when it comes to having a girlfriend, keeping a lady, or attracting one for himself. He was pretty awful when it came to approaching the opposite gender, and this was one negative trait about him that he wanted so hard to work on, but he would always keep on running in circles. His life was boring. Relatively boring as an introvert that he was, and no matter how he tried to fit

They are trying their best to make people believe that horrifying creatures such as werewolves, vampires and dryads exist. It will be hard to make people believe over it as supernatural creatures are only myths. The stories were made for the children to scare them at night. "Uhm...someone might have drugged me and I woke up in this unfamiliar place." She reasoned out hopefully they will believe in her fake words. She smiled nervously at them. "Then we'll help you return to America. Please make yourself at home while I contact the foreign affairs department then inform the police." He smiled warmly at her. Iris thanked him once again for his kindness.

What if I trust her and she breaks me even more. I jumped on my bed as I starred at the white ceiling . My eyelids suddenly grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep . "Come here, you are just a little puppet in my hand even an ants life is worth more than yours ." he said . I walked straight to him .I was frightened. He pushed me to the wall and his actions led to my head hitting the wall and as a result got bruised ." Please leave me , let me go , no, don't hit me . " I woke up only to find it a dream with tears flooding my eyes . I got up and left the room . I walked further to the edge of the building . There were voices in my head telling me continuously to jump and kill myself . There wer

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

“I went down the rabbithole. Some guy was telling a story on reddit, and that led to some commenter who knew a guy, and that site had dozens of stories of people who’d seen people shape-shift and then… I mean… I had to.” “Had to what, Meg?” I breathed. She dropped her head, eyes screwed tightly shut. “There’s this part of the web that’s… not really for normal stuff,” she said, grimacing. “But it’s harder to get to, so people are more open and…” She finally turned to look at me, her eyes scared and sad.