Creepypasta Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Am I right? ‘Well it doesn’t matter now, does it? He isn’t sixteen anymore.’ ‘Oh I am right. Now let me tell you how sorry you will be. Forget about just the campus knowing, how about I write a little essay on social media? Facebook being the first stop and the pictures from your and Billy’s past sexual experiences will trend all over instagram. Let’s wait and see how pretty little miss perfect will fix that with her morals.’ ‘You are bluffing. You don’t have anything against me and I won’t fall to your stupid scare tactics.’

the Goddess added while facing Drex and his army, different creatures began to fall from a portal above them, they all meet their weak points, they saw things they were scared of, but they summons courage, to Drex's surprise, a copy of me(dark Luther) appeared before him "We meet again Drex, I've long waited for this day" The dark me said to Drex laughing hilariously "How is this possible? How are you my greatest fear? I am Drex, Overloaded of Transylvania, I fear no...(I cut him shut with a heavenly punch), I quickly vamp sped towards him before he reached the ground with an uppercut which took him up, before he could know what was happening, I quickly pierced my fangs deep into his neck dr

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson