Novel & Cerita Creepy Pennywise

The mention of death turned everyone's faces pale. The color drained from Penny's face as she murmured, "Impossible... That can't be true." Her reaction caused Garrick and the others to look at her curiously. "Penny, you keep saying it's impossible. Why are you so certain?" he asked. "I..." Penny's eyes lingered on Lisandra, whose face was still flushed with unnatural redness. A wave of uncertainty swept through her. "I just feel… It sounds so far-fetched. A poisonous worm? I've never even heard of such a thing."

"It felt like fingers." Zane moved closer, his body tense and alert. "Ghost fingers?" "I don't know! Maybe?" "Or maybe you're just freaking yourself out," he replied with a gentle tone. "This place is creepy so I get it." I wasn't just imagining things but I had no proof so I kept quiet. He might be right after all. The ancient werewolf cemetery was exactly as horrifying as Alerion had promised, maybe worse. And I was absolutely, completely, one hundred percent convinced that something was watching us.

That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning. We were deep in the capital of the Crescent Moon Pack—the elite heart of Ares’ kingdom. Every store glimmered like it had been polished by baby angels, and every step we took was over marble that cost more than my entire college tuition. “Fine,” Penny said, turning to me with a dramatic sigh, like I was the one inconveniencing her. She reached out and handed me a small black box. I blinked, confused. “What’s inside?” She smirked like the devil’s own apprentice. “You’ll find out very soon. My little gift to help spice up your first night.”

At the base of a tree split down the center like a lightning strike, half-buried in dirt and moss, was a shard of metal. I knelt, brushing it clean. It wasn’t natural—it was carved. A crescent moon surrounded by jagged lines, the symbol of the moon goddess twisted into something darker. Corrupted. My fingers tingled as I touched it. Pain flared in my palm—a vision slamming into me like cold water: —Two wolves, black and silver, standing across from each other, snarling, blood dripping from their muzzles. —A circle of fire. —A girl with my face screaming as she held something glowing in her hands—something bright and dying.

Penny didn’t understand what secrets the pup talked about, but it was a big, big one, or lots of little ones. She was getting tired and hungry now. The corridor led to lots of stairs. Penny didn’t like the stair. It scared her that she might fall. So she did the butt bump down on them. She sat on the first seat and then slip one stair at a time down the stairs. The corridors turned to a cave of some sort with rough walls, roots, and cobwebs all over the place. But there were glowing lights that were dim, but she could see. Penny had no clue how long had passed. That happened when she talked to people like the old pup.

The witch was dead, her body lying in the pool of blood and intestines and flesh. Penny vomited. He left her and walked to Penny. His eyes were obsidian. And his claws were still out. “Leave me…” Penny said in a hoarse voice. Her vision was going blurry. He came and towered above her but she couldn’t raise her head, because she had closed her eyes preferring to go in the darkness that surrounded her gradually. —Mine—

It definitely had to be a witch. “You all are quite good. I should make you my slaves.” The man who held Penny captive said. “We’ll never bow to a pig like you!” Penny said, and spit on his shoes. The man chuckled. “You are a bold girl. I like bold girls. They are fun to break. Want to see something funny?” he asked, and Penny was confused. The man did a gesture, and every single one of us was killed on the spot–their hearts were taken out. Only Penny and I were left.

Pursing my lips, I swallowed my pride and kept quiet. "Maybe I will come and see you at one of his establishments, and finally get that blow job!" He whispered, his grubby knuckles trailing down my cheek. Pulling my head back, I smacked my forehead into him; hearing the bones in his nose crack under the force, I beamed evilly. "You bitch!" He roared, blood dripping down his face and coating his lips in crimson, reminding me of Pennywise yet again, making me laugh bitterly, the sound of my laughter evidently pushing him over the edge as his hand raised above his head, ready to strike me.

The dull look of the furniture felt like it was crying losing its charm at the absence of the princess. The princess looked around, her once upon a time abode in dismay and opened the door of the room the monster was buried. The weird sound of the door opening gave out an inauspicious signal. The room was completely dark like it was hosting the evil with smiles and accolades and then she heard him again.

The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures. Mrs. Belfry watched as the last of the townsfolk trickled into the meeting hall, before she stepped out of her yard and slowly took the steps up to the open doors herself. She looked in at her fellow creatures of Halloween. The Zombie, Mr. Shamus McLowry, with his decayed flesh and perfectly styled pompadour. Dr. Billingsly, the town’s mad scientist, with his crazed eyes and bloodied apron. Pete, the cawing raven, who owned Pete’s Sweets candy shop and employed Jack the scarecrow as a sales clerk, sat perched on a ledge in one corner of the large room. The meeting was filled with all