Creepypasta Scooby Doo Novels & Stories

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

The beautiful and quiet moon suddenly passes rays that land on him. Alexander turned aghast at the mystical happening. He wasn't yet out of the shock and the moon disappears gradually to form a celestial sketch in the sky. His lips part going appalled living the heavenly experience. The hairs on his body stood up and then he could hear the words of the occult power astounded to believe his own ears.

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

It wasn’t particularly cold. “Oh come on,” I said. “It’ll be fine. If it’s one of those girl ghosts with the long black hair we’ll easily beat the shit out of her.” I followed Jespert through the gravestones, sword in hand just in case. Sadly, Sadako never appeared. In the middle of the cemetery there was a stone building. A crypt. The doorway was a gaping black hole. Jespert disappeared into it. I paused in the doorway and looked back at the Scooby gang jostling to let someone else go first.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me. When I was in school, I chose to live in the dorms whenever possible, just to shape the people around me. The dorm I lived in during middle school was never at peace. Sudden injuries and even deaths kept happening. I drifted among them, watching their families weighed down by pain, guilt, and grief, and I felt a rush like nothing I had felt before. When we were assigned dorm rooms in college, the moment I first saw Jacob, I knew that he was just like me, a natural-born sociopath. But he was my prey.

Waiting until the moment I got drafted, and everyone knew I was leaving, giving Dominic all the time he needed to unleash everything he ever held back. Chapter 1.40 Scooby-Doo and a Witch, Xoxo Nyx