Creepy Internet Stories Novels & Stories

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

The stress of life and everything that comes with it suddenly released in a torrent of tears. When it was over, she felt refreshed but ready to sleep. It was an odd feeling for sure. One that she didn't want to dwell on at the moment. Her mind was confused, and she was too tired now to deal. Sarah, more confused than she was last night, but no less aroused, went to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She pulled her laptop out and started reading erotica to get herself off. She was aroused by the events of the past two nights and needed release. She searched for erotic stories of family sex, incest, brother/sister, mother/daughter sex. She knew that this wasn't normal, but hey, it's on

Something about the way he said my name earlier was familiar, the way he rolled the R, just like the man at the funeral. Even through my blindfold I’m aware of a camera flash lighting up the room. I don’t know where this picture will end up, but I’m not so naive to the world as to think it’ll stay hidden. Granny Gwynn and Phoenix both gave me the Internet safety lecture when phoenix got me my laptop. He said that once something is out there on the Internet, there is no getting it back. I was too young to understand what he really meant at the time, but right now, those words are terrifying. “Send it to all five of them, and the message. I’m going to show this one what she has been missing.”

“Maybe he kept nothing important on it? Or he didn’t believe anyone would be interested in what he was doing?” “That’s sloppy. We have an internet connection on this computer. Okay, here’s something. Shadow people or shadow beings. They come from various cultures. The beliefs of what these things vary. From demons pretending to be ghosts, otherworldly beings with unknown intents, aliens, and finally, drug-fueled hallucinations.” Becky half-heartedly read this off the screen. “Well, I think we can pinpoint this to otherworldly creatures with unknown intent.” “Really? I thought they’re frightening people into doing something stupid to scare, injure, or kill themselves by accident.”

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Eventually, with time, more and more of these presences will find a place in these vacant and unoccupied spaces, and more people will be aware of them causing more fear that they can feed on. And the vicious cycle continues... So we begin a whole bunch of stories connected to these academic places, dear reader. We truly hope you like them. Enjoy! +++++++ Hi there, guys! I’ve been a member of this page (Paramdam) for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m going to share a story with everyone. It’s a bit on the long side, but it’s worth it, so please bear with me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved listening to or reading those scary kinds of stories. It’s become a family tradition f

He worked the counter, delivered bread to local cafés, studied online for a literature degree he wasn’t sure he’d ever finish. He didn’t drink, didn’t party, didn’t date, not because he was holy, he just hadn’t met anyone who made the world feel bigger than the four walls he knew. Until the night he saw her. It was late. Aunt Mara had gone to bed early with a migraine. Noah was alone in the living room, laptop open, headphones on, scrolling through a late-night YouTube rabbit hole that had somehow landed on a channel called “VividVixen.” He wasn’t looking for p**n. He’d clicked a “reaction” video about “the most beautiful people in adult films,” mostly out of curiosity and boredom.

both people and buildings. Her desperate broadcasts never gained traction. Even in the darker corners of the internet, they barely registered. It was as if no one was interested in her reality, and the content was inevitably flagged and taken down. She had spiraled from a hysterical friend into a woman actively and publicly trying to incite a criminal investigation against the most powerful man in the city, recklessly dragging the supernatural world's carefully maintained secrecy into the digital glare.

more like a taboo he got off on. "You know what, Max," I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I read somewhere on the internet that very unholy spirits live in cemeteries. We can't really be, you know... what I mean. Anything wrong we do here might have some consequences..." Max stopped walking and glared at me sideways, looking down at me with amusement and something I couldn't quite read. Then he smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Relax," he said. "We're not here for that. This is just a quick visit on our way."

It was when the words left my mouth that it dawned on me that I was talking to a complete stranger about my menstruation in a dark alley. "Any moment now," he murmured. His voice trailed off, and then he clicked his tongue. The sound hadn't even faded before I felt it—a warm, heavy drip. I gasped, clutching my belly, and instinctively backtracked away from him. My heart was thumping against my ribs, my palm turned clammy, and yet despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to run, I didn’t. There was a strong pull towards the creepy man in the alley.