Creepy Pasta Novels & Stories

It was Chef Marcus and he’d brought Annie’s pasta bowl on a silver tray. “Here, but next time, do it yourself.” I grabbed the tray, taking the elevator to Annie’s room. She sat by her window, sketching birds in a leather-bound book. “Lunch is ready.” She sniffed the air, nose wrinkling. “What’s that smell?” “Pasta arrabbiata. My specialty.” Annie took one delicate bite, then immediately spat it onto her silk napkin. “Disgusting.” “What’s wrong with it?”

Time went on as Greta told Cheyenne the secrets of her infamous pasta and exactly how much of everything to add into it. “This spice gives the noodles a bit of a twang. Flavor.” “And the tomatoes are just for decorating.” “You have to make the pasta look edible, dear.” Cheyenne chuckled and put the noodles on a plate, put the mixed sauce over it then decorated the plate and noodles with tomatoes. “It doesn’t look bad.” Cheyenne smiled. Greta nodded in agreement smiling just as much as Cheyenne. “Now eat it.” Cheyenne looked at Greta and smiled, pulling a drawer open for a fork and picking a tomato, swirling the noodles around the fork and eating it.

DEEP IN THE BATH TUB The steam from the boiling pasta curled up like whispers, filling Brucha's cramped kitchen with the scent of garlic and tomatoes. I stirred the sauce, my mind drifting to the evening ahead. God, Brucha's been so busy today. Tonight was supposed to be ours—candlelight, wine, me slipping into that lacy thing I packed. But he's glued to his laptop again, probably nodding off already. I glanced toward the living room where the blue glow flickered from his screen.

Like, rich, cheesy, carb-drenched pasta that could stop a heart if it tried hard enough. I pour myself a generous glass from the bottle on the counter—something French with a name I can't pronounce—and open the fridge. Nothing but green juices and cruelty-free yogurt. I boil pasta, dump in olive oil, parmesan, and black pepper, and pretend I’m a Michelin chef. Harper probably hasn’t touched a carb since 2016. By ten, I’m tucked into Harper’s bed with my wine, a bowl of pasta I already regret finishing, and a book I found in her nightstand.

Once Adrian left, Lana quickly tidied herself up before eagerly diving into the aromatic pasta. Aware of Lana's meatless diet, Adrian arranged for a delectable pesto pasta dish, ensuring each element was crafted with freshness in mind. The pasta, coated in a luscious, homemade sauce, struck the perfect balance of texture and flavor. In what seemed like mere moments, Lana had devoured the generous serving, relishing every mouthful. Yet, even after savoring the last bite, Lana found herself craving another taste. Seizing the moment, Adrian returned, presenting Lana with a replenished bowl of pasta.

He said sipping his wine Ashyrel POV I rubbed my nose as the smell of powder pepper filled my nose. I felt like crying because of this. I put the souce in the pan and stir it well. I'm cooking pasta right now, I craved for it so I wanna make it personally. As I smell the souce I hear my stomach growl, I guess my baby is hungry already , I chuckled. I put the remaining ingredients in the pan and lastly I put the pasta inside the pan and stir it well until it reach it's peak. I smell it first before turning off the fire.

She inhaled the aroma with a delighted smile from the spatula before serving it on her plate and making her way to the dining table. "Gosh, I missed Julia." She sighed watching herself alone at the dining table. And guessed if Julia would be here, she would do the happy dance for this creamy pasta meal. It's her all-time favourite just like her. When they escape a proper meal, this cheese pasta is everything for both of them as it contains only herbs and cream. However, before she could take a bite from her meal, someone rang her main doorbell. She put the spoon back and stand to walk towards the door.

“I think so. I used the pasta in the cabinet.” “It’s fine, I suppose,” Camille replied. She took a small amount from the bowl. She took a few meatballs as well. She bit into one, and a moan escaped her lips. “This is wonderful. What did you put in this? I could have it every day…” Eileen was smiling. She looked pretty doing it, too. “Nothing special. It has bread crumbs and the regular spices. Maybe it’s the ground beef Dan brought.” Camille dropped her fork. “THIS IS BEEF?”

“ You are meant to ruin this Brenda , don’t be easily swayed “ I said to myself. I had to keep it in mind that I am Eva and not Brenda for that moment. “ Just a cup of coffee “ I said to the waiter . “ Two plates of lasagna as well”. He said to the waiter as he was about to leave . Lasagna is one of the most famous kind of pasta. It’s made only by AB food , Chairman Huxley ‘s company. He must have ordered that to impress Eva. I was surely impressed. I always crave for that recipe.

My stomach acid could come back like this. "Haa spicy ?? Chloe I ordered one not spicy for you, how can it be spicy." said Ara in disbelief and panic. I didn't answer, I just pushed the pasta towards Ara. And he immediately tasted it. "Uh yes it's spicy, I'm sorry Chloe I don't know." said Ara and I nodded. Ara immediately checked all the pasta on this table. Even though there are only four pastes here, it's not much like in the room of many models.