Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

Deluna Hansen. "Luna!" Damien shouts, running after me but I don't look back or stop running. He soon looses track of me and for a reason, I don't stop running. My canis rufus self stops before a wood. I glance at each sides as if watching out for something or a danger and when I don't see anything in sight, I growl and dash into the dark woods. For a reason, I'm maddened, for a reason that's still very unknown to me. My journey of tearing into the bush turns to be ceaseless and every minutes of bucking seems like an hour. But to my surprise, I don't turn tired and I won't stop for a reason. I probably have to see something. But my reddish gray self stops when it sights the lighting in the w

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

I felt the time when the team is gorbling and their way across the crowd towards the house. They fled their strong scent of the metal stone and recognized by Carleysia immediately as blood. He could hear the Gabriel dim sound and say something about the living room but its thinking was far from the focus. He holds her arm, he drove it and when I realized they were going in the wrong buttorm. They entered the living room and stopped breathing because of the scene in front of them. There were patches of blood around the walls and there is a suspended body that has been dispersed on the wall. The fresh blood was still bleeding. Carlisia has known the right body, it is the lady responsible for c

Prissy looked up at her as if wondering what she was talking about. "Yes, I guess I talk to you all the time, so you have no idea what I'm talking about." Kiki let out a deep breath as she stroked her fur. "Okay. Enough of that." Prissy looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Today's Christmas Eve! We have to celebrate!" Kiki dressed quickly in her jeans and an oversized sweater, still in her socks, and headed out to the living room.

Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically ................... ✍🏽 I wake up the following day, the day of Halloween. The house is lit up with pumpkin lights, some new red candles at the window waiting to burn, fake cobwebs on the door, rubber spiders on the toilet seat and blood paints on the door We played a recording of people screaming and people screaming while getting butchered and sounds of chainsaw ripping through the flesh of unfortunate souls—lovely tunes I meet Haley at the Kitchen, she just got the Halloween cookies out of the oven. She baked spider shaped cookies and she i

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

The Christmas lights twinkled through the frosted window of my apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room. I'd just finished wrapping presents for my family get-together tomorrow, but the chill in the air made me pull my robe tighter. A soft knock echoed from the door, unexpected this late. I glanced at the clock, midnight on Christmas Eve. Who the hell? "Who's there?" I called, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach. I'd felt watched lately, shadows lingering outside my window, notes slipped under my door. It thrilled me in a twisted way, especially since the fantasies that plagued my nights starred someone forbidden: my stepbrother, Alex.