Creepypasta Siren Head Novels & Stories

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

It was a simpler, cheap version of the Ovilus, one of those crazy-expensive cutting-edge devices ghost hunters used. I waited until Susan and Mike were gone for the day, mustered all the courage I might have, and went to the east parlor. Following the advice I’d found in some reviews of the app, I turned off the internet on my phone. Then, I sat on the couch under the window as usual. I needed to breathe really deep and clear my throat before speaking, in the most natural and casual way I could manage.

Miranda grabbed the in-room control phone, intending to seek help from management. The central control screen powered on, displaying the pale face of a woman. Her face was mostly hidden by her hair, with only one entirely black eye visible. She uttered in a menacing tone, "Go to hell, Miranda! Go to hell, Miranda! Go to hell, Miranda!" The echoing "Go to hell, Miranda!" filled the entire room, combined with the malfunctioning electronic devices and the flickering lights, creating an incredibly creepy atmosphere. Miranda clutched her head, huddled on the floor, and let out screams of utter terror without stopping.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

Her words are cold and dripping with sin. I shake my head, pleading, “Please let them go!” Each and every scream tears through me like shards of poisoned glass. I see fear and horror in Nana’s eyes as the flames claim her, I see little Marlene crying for help that never comes and I breathe in the smell of Hayden’s charred skin. No, please no! The woman’s laughter is filled with nothing but hatred. “Alisa….my succubus, come to me.” She turns her head around to face me and I scream.’

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

Closing her eyelids, the girl fell asleep, and the dreams were transferred back to the Siren's cave, but now the monster was not alone. Slimy tentacles entangled the hips of an arching newt, the onewith bronze cropped hair. Nocté found his body on the shore surrounded by moths. Now he was lying on the stone floor and moaning while the Siren was fidgeting on him with squelch and singing. In a moment of ecstasy, the newt growled, there was a crack of torn flesh. The Siren raised her bloody hand, holding a lover’s heart with a pearl in her palm. The newt was still convulsing under her as she ate his flesh, pulled out his organs, scattering them in different directions and pouring blood all arou

"Clever as always. I've gotta take advantage of that desperation. You have to come with me Sunday for 3 hours with no questions asked." "What? No! No way!" I shook my head. Alone with him for 3 hours no questions asked seemed like the opposite of a good time. "What if I said I promise not to mess with your head for those 3 hours?" He gave me a cheeky grin. "Like I'd trust that." I rolled my eyes, continuing my stride to the principal's office. "I'll give you crimson kelp." He yelled after me. I stopped walking. I heard about crimson kelp. When trying to figure out a way to get Dex not to enter my head. Crimson kelp can be taken to block a siren's abilities. It can only be given to you by a f

I gasped seeing the woman’s feet jerking in the air as she chokes after she hung herself. “Serra, are you okay?” Xyrus grabbed my shoulder and made me face him. My eyes widened seeing the old man’s missing head instead of Xyrus face. The head turned 360° with a grin on his face. I screamed when his head dropped and rolled on my lap. I stomped my feet as though ants were pestering around it. I grabbed the head and threw it out of the window. “That’s enough!” The ghosts roving in the house vanished with one powerful command.

' Siri's voice sounds in my head and I nod at her. Gudrun grabs my hand tightly and dives towards the place where the light is. When we reach the treetop I see someone. It is the back of a young man. The body isn't grey like the silhouettes but clear as day, shining golden. He is down on all four, his face buried in his arms. His body starts to shake violently and with a crunching sound his back contorts. He screams heartbreakingly while his whole body twists and changes. When he lifts his face his eyes are green and his face is no longer human. As he stares at the big moon, he completes the grotesque change. The new hamram stands up, and I feel like it looks directly at me as it starts howl