Creepypasta Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

She smiled thinking to herself maybe this was a night of creepiness. _____♡♡♥♥♡♡_____ A/N Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoyed this! I wanted to put something up for this night as I love writing horror. Infact I started off with a horror story on wattpad but never got around to finish it. I'm planning to finish it after I'm done with this book. So how are you all? I missed you guys and your sweet comments. Thanks so much for holding on to this book for so long. I really appreciate it.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

At first, I thought she was timid and would probably get her petite self eaten in that classroom full of hungry sharks, but she proved herself and she proved me wrong. "Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question. Debby, when you hear the tale of Dordin, what do you think of?" Oh, no! She didn't. "Um, Tyler Durden?" The class burst into laughter. "What's that?" Mrs. Grassroots asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's not a what, it's a who." I corrected, not having any of their ignorance. "Boooooooo," "You maggots seriously haven't seen the narrator movie or Pursuit of Happiness, even Fight Club 3?" I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

We talked a lot about the past, both his and mine, surprised to find so many things in common: the blue-collar uprising with a single mom, the artistic inclinations, the struggle to make a living just out of school. His life had taken a 180 when he was my age. Isaac’s family home was super haunted, and they decided to conduct a paranormal investigation of the house, just for the kicks. Back then, that was a completely new TV genre, with only two shows on competing networks. So they sent Isaac’s parents away for the night and copied what they liked about each show.