Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

She stood to match me. "Well...ah...he sort of died a few generations back...about a 120 of them," I looked somewhat evasive. "You know how bad the Postal Service can get around Christmas. The news was a little late getting to me." "Fine," Sophia studied me. "The 'Christmas Scam' takes care of the last 100 generations. What about the first twenty?"

I started to withdraw as soon as I started thinking about it all. It seemed too good to be true. The territory of vampires offered shelter, food, and protection and celebrated Christmas so intensely that many people could feel intimidated by their scale. "What a Christmas tree. Look, Gemma, this star is probably a million meters tall." Trevor admired the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the driveway, decorated with giant blue and silver bows, and a massive gold star was on the top. "I love this place already," Gemma commented happily as she unbuckled herself from the car seat and clung to the window.

I asked if he would trust a lawyer with it and he said he would, so I had one come and he wrote it up for him and he sealed it and the lawyer took it with him, along with the other letters for safe keeping. As Christmas was only a few days away, I couldn’t help but decorate, in the werewolf community, they don’t celebrate as we human’s do, they celebrate the winter solstice and decorate almost the same as we do for Christmas. I went out and bought a bunch of decorations and lights and began decking out the house and garden, which is covered in a light layer of snow.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

She didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified at the kind of trash that existed in humanity. Christmas crept up on them and Laura realised that it was Christmas eve but she still hasn't prepared anything for Tynan to celebrate it. Horrified, the e-ghost wondered if she was able to purchase anything from the stores at the very last minute. She had a feeling that even if she was somehow able to leave the apartment, she wouldn't be able to find Tynan anything good.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.