Creepypasta Fiction Novels & Stories

A ghoulish creature of my own making. I'd wake up, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Whenever I'd blink, I'd see her. See this spidery monster in the dark corners of my room. I felt saturated all over, thinking it was her blood. A thick red ink encircling me in a sickly warmth. Flicked my light on only to see it wasn't blood at all. I'd be dripping with my own sweat. The creature in the corner was only a pile of unfolded laundry. I couldn't even wear her earrings, so they sat on my dresser. Untouched.

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.

: --- The rain tapped lightly against the windows of the old library as Anna flipped through the yellowed pages of an urban legends book. The room was dimly lit, the overhead light flickering occasionally, casting eerie shadows across the table. Her best friend, Mia, leaned over her shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity. “Why are you always digging into creepy stuff?” Mia asked, half-laughing, half-nervous. Anna shrugged, brushing her curly black hair out of her face. “I like stories that make your skin crawl. Look at this one,” she said, pointing to the faded text on the page.

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

We **Jumped**. ### The Leap into the Unknown We didn't jump into 1998. We didn't jump into the Shroud. We jumped through the "Mahogany Door." We burst into the Writer’s room, the scent of old paper and coffee hitting us like a physical wall. The Writer scrambled back, his chair overturning, as two glowing, violet-and-obsidian entities materialized in his study. "You... you can't be here!" the Writer gasped, his face pale with terror. "You’re 'Fictional'! You’re 'Property'!"

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"