Creepypasta Demons Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to spill her crazy on to someone else. With no one to really talk to and all the time to kill she pulled out her laptop. She started searching the web for everything from hauntings to attachment’s. It was hard to distinguish what was real and what was fabricated. Jess eventually stumbled across something called a demonologist. His name was Doug Marshall and he lived about a day’s drive from her in Colorado. She clicked the contact me button on his website and decided that now was the time to tell her crazy story. This guy was her last and final hope. She closed her laptop as she was told to upon initial decent. With just her carry on she made her way to the parking lot

Stella, an 18-year-old college student, was bored and horny. She had always been fascinated by the occult and decided to try her hand at summoning a demon for some much-needed sexual gratification. Armed with a dusty old tome she had found at a thrift store, she set up candles, drew pentagrams, and began chanting the incantation.

Clara's sleep paralysis demon makes her drink pee at night. Enjoy.. ***** >>> PLEASANT NIGHTMARES <<< - "Hello, Clara." spoke the horned, shadowy figure. The sleep paralysis demon was back again, and Clara felt the heaviness in her body and the panic in her mind as it moved closer to her. Each time this happened, she could not bring herself to wake up. Each time it happened, the demon would do something horrible to her. With her. Something frightening and incredibly perverted, but something Clara had grown to find some twisted kind of pleasure in.

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

Twisted shapes hunched over the torn-apart remains of the family, feeding like wild dogs—demons, glistening and slick, with eyes that glowed like molten coals. Louisa opened her mouth. And screamed. “NOOOOOOOO!” The creatures snapped their heads toward her, blood dripping from their jaws. Louisa turned and ran, sprinting down the hallway, her feet slapping against the wooden floor. Behind her, the demons gave chase—howling as they burst from the room. Scott, Faith, and Trish crept through the overgrown garden toward the looming mansion. Every step forward seemed to trigger a twitch or ripple in the foliage, as though the plants themselves were watching.

, Kiarra said while trembling with fear. "They are looking at us like they are so hungry and want to eat all of us", Kesiah exclaimed. "Are we going to die here? How can we escape to this place without any doors to exit?", Vhiann asked while seeing her death. Dave, Gio and Terrence looked anywhere but they can't really find any doors even just a little hole to enter. They protected the girls. The demons in the area are gigantic creatures with horns with a furry skin like gorilla that has tail holding huge weapon. Their eyes are red and flickering that they wanted to kill anybody if they wanted to.

What is Pete actually planning to do to me at that ceremony? I move to the small bookshelf in my room, searching for anything about demons or dark magic. Most of the books are romance novels and etiquette guides, useless for my purposes. But tucked at the back, I find a thin volume on supernatural creatures. I flip through pages frantically until I find a short section on demons. The text is brief, clearly sanitized for general reading, but it gives me fragments of information. "Demons are entities from the Lower Realms, capable of manifesting in the physical world only through complex rituals. They require anchors to maintain corporeal form and powerful vessels to contain their essence."

“It was nothing, I’m just glad you’re okay, really. Before you start, let me first tell you all I currently know about these creatures from the attack last night. First, they’re obviously corpses that have life for some reason. Second, they drink blood, and it makes them become human again. Well, not exactly human but their rotten flesh becomes replaced with normal skin the more blood they take. They’re also super fast and strong and they also heal impossibly fast. Almost nothing can kill them, even with a fatal wound, they keep moving. Only fire hurt one of them, burnt it to ashes, and they all turned to ashes once the sun came up. That’s all.” “Yes, they are corpses, human corpses. They we