Creepypasta Candle Cove Novels & Stories

she said pointing towards a shelf with just a few candles "Can you see those two candles that are very close to each other?" She asked I and Nath both nodded in unison "Those candles belong to you and your mate Nathaniel" she said I looked at Nath with confusion in my eyes and he looked at me the same way One of the candle is lit with a tongue of black smoke and the other is lit with a tongue of white smoke Madam Debua saw the confusion in our faces then she explained "The candle lit with black smoke belongs to Nathaniel he is ripper, meaning that he can manipulate the fears of people... he can also bring their fears to life and it's properties while the other one with the white smoke belong

With that in mind, she turned the paper over in her hands before shoving it back into her pocket. Her head snapped up at the sound of leaves crunching and twigs breaking apart under foot. As the sound of footsteps got closer, the burning in her throat became more intense. Her eyes drifted over to the cemetery gate, where a girl, no older than Harley, was just walking through. She had chestnut brown hair that was done up into a mass of curls and wearing a plain black dress, looking as if she had just slipped away from a funeral. Harley grit her teeth. She could feel her control on her hunger slipping and turned her head away, so that she was no longer looking at the girl. It did nothing to he

Ella's P.O.V. I woke to the smell of burning pine. I was engulfed by the large bed I laid in and the warmth surrounding me from the heavy fleece blanket that tucked me in made me want to go back to sleep. I was more comfortable in that moment than I had ever been in my life. But then I remembered that I had almost been killed by a version of Gollum that needed a dentist and an exorcism. I could still picture the carnage that was spread across the room from the attack and the putrid copper odor of that creature's blood would be something that I never forgot.

That was all she could remember after waking up at the cemetery. "Help" she screamed, not scared but she needed to leave here as soon as possible. The fact that she woke up at a cemetery worried her. She thought of her phone and quickly ran to where she woke up but couldn't find it. While searching for her phone, she noticed that what she thought to be a grave when she woke up was an endless pit, she couldn't see the end but just darkness through. She shouted but it just came back echoing. "Well that's not creepy"

The second session has ended, and as I'm leaving the classroom, Lucas, still seated, is encircled by Toby, Jones, and Max, also swim team members. He's showing them something on his phone. They're engrossed in whatever they're watching, appearing to enjoy it because of the satisfied smile on their faces. Lucas catches me staring. "Nate, come here; you have to see this," he says. I'm curious to know what they're watching, so I go over to them, and I'm stunned to see an explicit video of Lucas receiving oral sex from a girl.

The conservatory was a glass box filled with humidity and the overwhelming scent of jasmine. It was 7:00 PM. Mira Kovari had decided that the theme for the evening was "Candlelight Confessions." The crew had filled the space with hundreds of pillar candles, tea lights, and lanterns, creating a flickering, fire-hazard labyrinth. Elion stood by a table laden with unlit candles. He held a long-stemmed lighter in his hand. His thumb hovered over the trigger.

My mother stands silent and patient, wringing her hands in front of her, and yet doesn’t move a muscle. Leyanne works fast, adding more to the paste and throwing in a flicker of fire she conjures mid-air, letting it combust in a puff of dark red smoke that seems to congest the air. The candles react first. Every flame stretches tall, thin, bending sideways as though something unseen has entered the space and is dragging the air with it. Shadows crawl up the walls, distorting the shapes of everything we know into something warped and unnatural. You can feel something ominous has crawled inside with us and is hiding in the shadows, with bated breath, like it’s hungry.

realm. Cassidy saw a light bulb appear above her head and she smiled and decided to simply wait. After two hours had passed and night had returned, the ghosts began to wake up. One by one, very slowly at first but there was no sign of Hookfang so Cassidy went around to ask. It turned out that Hookfang’s grave was deeper than most since his grave was a pirate ship in a small cove under the surface.

I glanced at Glen, he too was glued to the scene playing out in front of us. “THAT'S ENOUGH!” Cindy yelled, causing me to look back. Florence had her hands on her hips, her face contorted to that of frustration. Cindy stared daggers at her, both were silent seeming to be playing each other. A cold dreadful wind began whooshing past us. Glen felt it too, I felt his panic as he looked behind us. I couldn’t see anything but when I tapped into his mind I could see a black shadow with red eyes. I shivered in fear, turning back around as screaming rang out from the Coven members. I watched horrified as I saw each member’s neck slash open, seemingly from the wind until only Florence, Cindy, Glen, a