Creepy Vocaloid Songs Novels & Stories

Because after all of it, this kind of situation still scares me. What am I going to do? There’s one thing going on inside my mind. I need to call Roberto. As I was trying to get my phone out of my purse, I silently cursed when I found out that the battery was dead. Why does my life always suck? Did I do something today that resulted in my unluckiness? God.

The robotic voice the person used made the unknown voice’s face twitch. “Ahh, who are you to raise a bargain against me? What a pity, your beautiful face will distort in fear if I tech your place. You can not order me around woman.” the hoarse and creepy voice from before turned even more unbearable as the woman wearing a cloak tried to control the slight trembles on her feet. She just silently stood there and waited for the voice to talk again, barely having the strength to communicate with the man. “Now now don’t be scared, I don’t bite.” a low and dangerous chuckle resounded.

And Kurai. He is just right there sitting in a majestic pose, so relaxed as his face and seems his beautiful dark eyes don't blink. What a weird god. Then the music starts. I start to sing the song. But this time, it feels like I wasn’t the one who was singing. Its voice rolled over the place in sorrowful waves. Swells of power rose up in my throat. I couldn’t even tell if it was words that came from me. Its voice was music, and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that my voice was brought out in a fit of pain.

Do you think Lila would be able to find the right spell combination? I listened to several songs while writing this chapter; RADWIMPS, Demon Slayer Season 3 OP which are both Japanese, Devil by the Window by TxT and Living Hell by Bella Porch just in case you're interested in checking them out.

Just raw, scarred skin where the voice should be. But this time, Yvette didn’t flinch. She lifted the lock of hair. And screamed. The sound tore through the air like fire. The entity recoiled. The ritual circle glowed. Yvette’s voice, cracked and untrained, sang—the lullaby from the dreams. But louder. Fierce. Raw. Each note ripped into the darkness. Each word broke a chain. The figure writhed. And then— It cracked. Splintered. Fell apart into dust.

I shake my head, take a deep breath, and finally open the door. And that's when I hear it—this beautiful, amazing melody that just fills the room. It's the Lacrimosa from Mozart's Requiem in D minor, and it's like pure bliss for my ears. The vocals are all singing “Lacrimosa,” and the music just washes over me like a wave of heavenly sound. For the first time ever, I'm actually glad Vivaldi's around. I mean, the guy's got taste, I'll give him that. But just as I'm getting lost in the music, I trip over something and go stumbling forward—and that's when I see it. A dead body, staring up at me with glassy, lifeless eyes and a neck that's been ripped open, blood everywhere.

Twisted. "You let me desecrate you..." “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. He was fucking singing that song. The one that oozed sex and sin, but the way his voice carried it? It turned the lyrics into something darker, something that wrapped itself around my throat like a noose. "You let me penetrate you.." The sound slithered through the tunnel, crawling toward me. I ran harder, my lungs burning, my legs trembling with each stride. "I wanna fuck you like an animal..."

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

"A cosmic joke, you say?" The voice hummed thoughtfully. It was deep, smooth, and oddly soothing. Do wolves always sound this good? "Humans have now evolved so much, placing themselves above the supernatural? I find it rather appalling." The voice began to move around me. I could not see him, but I knew he was circling, and I turned repeatedly, trying to follow the sound without losing my balance. "Now, be attentive, little one. This is the last time I shall appear to you, and my time is nearly spent."

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.