Creepypasta Luigi 소설 & 이야기

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.

"Get out right now, or I swear I'll call the police!" "Police?" Luigi scoffed. "We've been behind bars too many times to be afraid of that, sweetheart. And you think we look like despicable jerks to you? You have no idea what these 'jerks' are capable of, to you and your precious boyfriend." His gaze darkened, sending shivers down my spine. There was something truly sinister about their aura—their energy radiated malice and darkness.

There was more to that dark space. With trepidation, she inched closer towards the source of the commotion, determined to uncover the truth. As she approached the stairs leading to the storage area, the lights abruptly went out, shrouding the surroundings in a thick veil of darkness. Georgina's pulse quickened, and a shiver ran down her spine. Out of the darkness emerged Marcelo, ascending the stairs with Antonio trailing behind. A glint of something sinister flickered in Marcelo's eyes as he wiped his hands, stained with what could only be blood.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Not that I felt anything for her, but she is too young and innocent to be going through this shit. “Do not hurt her!” I warned between gritted teeth. “And who is going to stop me?" Luigi snorted. “You? Common, you are as good as dead right now. But you know what? I'm going to make your death painful. I won't kill you and your miserable men now, because I want you three to suffer the pain my brother did overnight. For now, I will just leave with the beautiful damsel.” he did a silly dance move. “Ouuuh, the weather is somewhat chilly. I hope she knows how to arch her back when my cock fills her wet pussy."

But the worst part was the presence of a hooded man in every scene, always watching me from a distance. "Who… who is this?" My voice came out trembling. "Someone who wants you dead," Luigi answered, coldly. "And he’s not the only one." The scenes changed. Threatening messages written in red letters appeared spray-painted on my door. "We know who you are." "The Romano blood will die." I shuddered, a wave of panic rising through my body. "Is… is this real?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Very real." He closed the tablet and stared at me. "You are my daughter, Lily. And that makes you a target."

He asked. "Sure, sure. How about later?! Umm..so this little miss has been telling me about your hotdogs. Can I have some?" He asked as Luigi's eyes lit up with excitement. Luigi delicately placed a gemini sausage between the buns making sure to rub some of his mysterious sauce on. He handed one to Cain. I held in my breath as I watched Cain take one bite. ******

Luigi watched them before finally going to another room where an old man was watching TV and eating fried chicken. “Dad, I told you not to eat too much fried chicken!” The old man, none other than Alessandro Ravelli, ignored his son. He was laughing out loud at the horror series that was showing the terror of ghosts. “Look, the ghost looks so cute! The makeup is so unnatural.” Luigi let out a long sigh. “Someone just came to see me.” “Who?” Alessandro asked. “Nicolo De Luca.” Old Ravelli turned his head. His gaze was full of interest. “Did he come here for the annual gathering in New York?”

Tears began streaming down my face as I tried my best to hold my clothes together but he just pulled harder and harder. I kicked him as hard as I could and I finally freed myself from his grasp. I started crawling away from him, but I felt defeated as I saw a wall in front of me, it was a dead end. My limbs became numb as I leaned my back on the wall in exhaustion. I held my top in place as I tried to cover myself as best as I can while Luigi, slowly walked towards me, with the creepy smile plastered on his face again.

Then I turned and looked at Luigi, who had been watching me the whole time. "Red roses look great," I said softly. His fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little. Ash fell onto his shirt, burning a small hole through the fabric. As he took in my smile, the fear in his heart intensified. He would rather see me lose control, rushing up to stab Irina twice, than see me in this state. Late that night, the drug took effect. Luigi fell into a deep sleep. I rose quietly, slipping into the study like a ghost. The massive safe glinted coldly in the dark. I entered the password, which was my birthday.