Creepypasta Puppeteer Novels & Stories

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

I opened my eyes just in time to see the gray wolf shifting into the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I gaped at the words on my screen. It sounded like a flop movie script. Groaning, I erased everything and shut down the laptop. With that one paragraph, I didn't realize how time had passed until I looked at the clock and saw that I had wasted two hours recalling my dream.

I reassured him. His tears spilled over. One drop, then another, until they came pouring out like a river through a broken dam. His body began to tremble, from his shoulders all the way down to his fingertips. He reached out, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pleaded, "Help me." His voice was barely a whisper, sounding as if it had traveled up from the deepest, darkest depths of an abyss. I took his hand in mine and promised, "I will." Outside, sunlight streamed through the window, painting the floor in a warm golden hue that looked exactly like that morning all those years ago.

I watched as it screamed in agony, its body convulsing as if it were being burned from the inside. The pressure on my shoulders lessened, and I seized the opportunity. With a swift movement, I grabbed my dagger and plunged it into the puppet’s heart. The puppet let out a final, piercing scream before going completely still. I pushed its lifeless body off me and lay there for a moment, gasping for breath. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. As I sat up, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. The puppet's hair, now splayed out on the ground, was a familiar shade of auburn. My heart pounded as I leaned closer, my eyes widening in shock. I reached out with trembling fing

Light crept through the boards on the windows as Jess laid on the bed motionless zoning into the obsess. It was becoming easier to just feel nothing and numb herself. The creep offered her some eggs and a burnt piece of toast. She remained motionless but watched as he placed it on the side table. “Come on now, you gotta be starving. At least have some water.” He lifted her up and she felt like a rag doll. She let him give her water and some of it ran down her chin, she didn’t bother to try to catch it.

After that, Philip noticed that the person who spoke just now was no longer simply trapped in an illusion but had become one with the scarecrow. The scarecrow was covered in a layer of blood mist. Raven walked up to Philip’s side and said, “This is a parasitic scarecrow. In our assassination world, there’s a profession called the puppeteer, and this parasitic scarecrow is their specialty.” With Raven's explanation, Philip finally understood what the parasitic scarecrow was capable of.

Of course, the one to be regarded as the main suspect was Crystabell who left abruptly, no one was going to think anything about you who decided to play the loyal sidekick at that time and follow her. Another wonderful thing, the black magic used on the puppets also originated from the one that was used to ruin Night Pack. I managed to inspect it carefully when Layla was in my hands, fighting for her baby. What are the odds that you, Stephanie Meyers, aren’t the master of the puppet master?”

he whispers, as he holds my now contorting face. I try to speak but nothing comes out. It literally feels like there’s a squirrel on drugs inside my guts rearranging things!! I lose any semblance of control. My vision goes blurry and I think I hear people yelling, one of them may even be Lucy but I can’t think. I can’t breathe. My entire body spasms with pain as Lucy’s thoughts stream into my brain and overwhelmingly consume me. Meat, fresh bloody meat. Hungry. Legs hurt, need to stretch, run. Gums, teeth hurt. What’s that awful smell?