Creepypasta Sign Novels & Stories

He conjured his imprint and places it in the contract, then sealed it with his blood. “All who want to become our partners in creating a new and more prosperous world sign this soul contract. All who do not, all we ask is you, do not stand in our way.” With that, he walked out of the room. Xasha got up, sighed the contract and him along with Megan and Tulip left the room as well. One by one people got up and signed, then left, while others sat still or left the room without signing.

Except for one symbol in the corner. A thin, curved mark. Almost like a crescent moon with a line through the center. Elena frowned. “What is that?” Adrian exhaled. “A signature.” “Whose?” He looked at her, something haunted flickering across his face. “His.” Her breath hitched. “The ghost.” “Yes.” She reached for the card, fingers brushing the strange symbol. It felt cold. Too cold. As though it had been left outside or in someone’s hand long enough to gather frost.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

“No way.” “What?” Alannah and I turned. “I’ve seen that symbol before.” He pointed to the napkin. “Where?” I leaned over. “Are you sure? This symbol? The three circles with tails chasing each other?” He nodded. “I swear it.” “Where?” He looked at a deathly pale Rick. “I’ve seen it on Rick’s daughter.” Alannah gasped. But Ternen shook his head. “I’ve seen it on a few of the young pups.”

A paragraph that hadn't faded much read, ’As she walks on thorns and grass alike A balance of nature must align For the dark they serve of light beware No creature will wander free of fear’ At the bottom, there was a sigil, much like the on the cover, of a spike that drew down onto a shard of something. ”What does this mean?” I asked Lydia. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. ”What’s this?” She said and placed her finger on the other page. I gasped and read what I could as I realized which creature it was that they mentioned. ”Vampires,” I breathed out.

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me one final time. I collapsed onto the floor when he stepped back. Legs spread, body covered in cum, holes gaping and leaking. My mind was completely blank except for the constant throb between my legs. Pink Hair from the night before crouched beside me and stroked my hair. “You’re done for tonight, queen. But there’s one more thing.” She held up a small black marker. “Sign your name on your own thigh. Write ‘Free Use Cum Queen – Festival 2026.’”

I let out a loud groan, recollecting yesterday's scene. "Uff... I sighed, it wasn't a dream, how unfortunate,but I am perfectly fine now. "Hey beautiful, did you sleep well?" Chelsea asked, combing her hair. "Well,yes." "I can imagine." She let out a loud breath and looked at me expressionlessly. "Did your mother in any way wrong your father? That he could have done this to you?" "I don't know but I doubt mom did something. Do you know? Dad made me sign a document for him, before his disappearance. Oh my goodness, could it have been it? "

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

The killer still hasn't been found. When I saw Jacob's message, a chill ran down my spine. That last call was him, too, so I called him right back. I kept my voice low, the irritation edging through. "Jacob, what the heck are you talking about? Did you forget Edgar already passed away?" His voice came over the line, shaky. "I-it's true. Did you check the apartment residents' group chat? The message was from Edgar!" I hesitated for a beat and told him we'd follow up on WhatsApp, then pulled up the group chat. Out of habit, my phone was on silent, and the group chat was muted. After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent.

“It’s for your eyes alone.” The letter was thick, heavy, and she could feel the weight of it in her hand. The wax seal was embossed with the Moonrise sigil—an image of a wolf surrounded by a full moon—but it wasn’t the seal that caught her attention. Beneath it, there was something darker, a smudge, a thumbprint in blood. The red mark sent a cold shiver down her spine. Only certain messages, certain summons, were marked this way. A reminder of a bond that could never be ignored, no matter how much time had passed.