Creepypasta Horror Stories Novels & Stories

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

“This is a website where they post their stories.” I began to read through posts by people claiming to have encountered vampires. Most of them seemed really ridiculous, and some of them were very vague. Things like seeing figures in the shadows or watching someone jump off of tall buildings and then walk away. One person claimed he’d melted his neighbor’s face by dousing him with garlic salt. We read on for a few minutes before Emma declared, “This is dumb.” “Okay, I know a lot of the stories seem far-fetched,” Lucy nodded, “but some of them have details that seem similar to what Cassidy has experienced.”

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Alex makes sure we are all comfortable before she begins “Okay, well when the two of you left, I was looking at the stuff we had read on the internet and I accidentally click on a random website called ‘monsters’ at first I was thinking, this is just going to be about random monsters from movies, but it wasn’t.” She pauses as though the next part of the story is absolutely horrifying, but with a little squeeze to her knee from Ash, she is able to keep going. “It said Ma Vista’s are not really known in the world today, but long ago they were known all over the world as ‘people with sight.’ Today they are starting to lose the battle against monsters. With more people dying every year you would

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

“About the swamp being haunted?” I nod. Even though we hadn’t grown up together, I’m pretty sure that we both had gotten the same tired ghost stories passed around in the hallways about such places around our hometowns. “I know this sounds crazy, but what if the stories are true?” Her tone is fervent, and her eyes shine with a hot certainty. “Not the witches and stuff. But there is something there, and I think…” She draws in a deep, steadying breath. “I think it’s a demon.”

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.