Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

Alex points out while watching me frown at the dirty mush on the ground. “The lights are pretty. We have to admit, the humans have a great way of decorating for the Christmas and winter season,” I answer while looking at all the light chains in all variations decorating the windows. My mind shifts to a thought I try to drown out as soon as it appears. Jax and I decorating our home like this, with small kids getting all excited. “Do you think we werewolves could celebrate Christmas?” I question out of the blue. “I mean, we believe in our Moon-goddess, while the humans have their own beliefs. Would it be wrong to celebrate something that isn’t our belief?”

nothing can be more scarier than that. "Great! So can we officially start this sleepover." I yelled excitedly throwing my hands up in the air. She laughed, then nods her head. "I will go get us some snacks. Mum baked cookies and cup cakes. Do you want juice or milk?" She asked already heading for the door. "I will go with milk." I grinned. ************************************************* NEXT DAY: 8pm ************************************************* I tried regulating my breathing as my aunt and uncle, recites some spell. They are trying to open a portal that will take us to the past. Christian's mum has already given us clothes that would make us fit in among the people of 15 BC.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Ethan remained motionless under my blows, even grabbing my hand to slap his own face. "Amelia, hit me harder. If it makes you feel better, you can even take my life..." His eyes were filled with desperation and a plea for redemption, like a lost child begging for forgiveness. "Do you remember this?" I asked coldly, my voice dripping with mockery. Ethan stared blankly at the pumpkin pie in my hand, clearly confused. "Heidi made this herself. She was planning to give it to you during the Thanksgiving dinner," I explained, trembling with emotion. "But she never got the chance..."

[Christmas] My forehead knotted when I woke up in unfamiliar room. I circled my eyes around the place and I don't remember how I got here. The place was slightly filled with darkness and I only had a lampshade and a patio light coming from the veranda outside that giving me lights to see. I slowly sit down in the bed trying to remember what just happened. “Thank you so much for accompanying me here, Christmas.” “Anytime, Auntie.” “I hope you can forgive me.”

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Just this once, I will disobey her without feeling guilty about it. On the 24th of every month—as I counted the months my mother passed away—I turned feral with rage. But on Christmas Eve—as I celebrated her death anniversary—I became a monster. That was why I hated Christmas. Mother planned for it, but she never got to celebrate it. There are rumours that the king is cursed every Christmas eve, but no one knew that I wasn't just cursed. I turned into a dangerous monster—one strong enough to erase mankind. I threw down the glass of wine in my hand and slammed the glass on the wall, the sound of it shattering echoed through the room.

“But isn't tomorrow too early?“ “My dear friend, if you want to nail this interview then you have to work as swiftly as possible. I'm sorry that it's an impromptu movement but that's the only way you can make Leslie regret handing this task over to you.“ "Well, fuck my life!" ~~~ Since it was Christmas Eve, Amanda decided to get a Cake from Walmart to celebrate with her roommates. She would be travelling the next day which was Christmas and decided to celebrate it with her roommates before leaving. She would have done it with Cassie but her friend decided to place the enjoyment of a dick before her. Not like she could blame her, Christmas was meant to be celebrated with those whom you love a

As I stirred the egg, I sang out a Christmas song, which goes as, “Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are the branches,” I continued this song even when Charlie and Sarah warned me that it was forbidden by the Alpha to sing any Christmas song in the pack. Not until I felt a dark energy in the kitchen with us. Sarah and Charlie had horrific expressions on their faces. There was something so eerie and sinister about it. An air which made me for once panic. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Merry Christmas in advance, guys! Bane: I'm gonna kill you for mentioning Christmas, R.A Higheels! Me: Oh, shut up, I created you:) Please le