Creepypasta Horror Stories Novels & Stories

They went into the dark, red-lighted room, filled with different stench as they strode in quietly and carefully, looking at the creepy scriptures. Suddenly, something horrific jumped out of nowhere with a funny, weird, and creepy sound, startling both of them as they both screamed. They ran out of the section only to be attacked by a group of half-headed, mutilated bodies and bloody-looking creatures. They screamed in fright, kicking them away as they ran through the creepy building that never seemed to end, coming across everything that could give them goosebumps and make their heart nearly jump out of their chests. By the time they were out of the building, they were both panting heavily,

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Amara was in a way relieved that her grandfather still lives and on the other hand in tenterhooks - he was in death clutches. A transperant screen suddenly pops up and she saw a vision in it. A thick rope was tied around the throat of Lima. She was going claustrophobic and almost on the brink of losing her life. "Please no...." Amara yelled to the ghost. "Do not kill her." She pleaded. "You have just ten minutes of time. Get dressed and be ready for our first night. Or else you know the repercussion. Just as the fakir and Lima died all your family will reach the lord." The vampire threatened.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.