Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Siren Head

What if the scent was coming from the ghost's open mouth and she was on the verge of being devoured whole? The panic allowed her to quickly turn around and stare wide-eyed at the giant smoke-like phantom hovering deviously behind her. The entity had multiple heads screaming in agony; each one dangling from long necks that stretched in different directions to block the hallway. Its body floated in the air like a grey fog. It had no arms and legs. And on its boney rib cage was a gaping hole - a mouth where three long, slimy tongues danced hungrily as if it was tasting the air. The heads had empty sockets for eyes and holes for noses. It stretched its mouth wide-open, dislocating its jaws like

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

He cursed his mother's dying wish for asking his father to marry that cursed woman. The woman that pretended to not want power until she birthed a son of her own. "Let us..." He is unable to finish his statement since he heard a loud sound in the other room. "It seems we are not alone." Holden says. “Hi.” Sirens two of them, even though they were in their human forms, he could tell they were sirens by scent. They had both adorned the sailor's clothes clearly stolen from one of the corpses in the ship. “Sleep and forget us.”

​The Core of the Siren ​"We have to board it," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the central hub of the Siren. "The Sun-Snuffer is controlled by the Primary Consciousness. That’s where the 'Liam-Shadow' has retreated. He’s not a virus anymore; he’s the machine."

“You have to harness your magic before it spirals. If you don’t, the siren will take over completely. You won’t just be influenced. You’ll become her. And trust me, a siren is a breathing death spell.” A chill crawled down my spine. “How?” Theo moved toward the table, rifling through his bag. He pulled out a small, folded scroll and an obsidian vial sealed with wax. He handed both to me. “This,” he said, nodding at the scroll, “is a chant. Not a spell. A focus. It must be sung—not spoken—at the start of every sunrise for the next seven days. And this—” he tapped the vial, “—contains sea stone powder. You’ll mix a pinch into water and anoint your skin before sleeping. It’ll keep the wolf part

* As the air around me filled with a spearmint aroma, the screen fizzed to static, but not before I caught the crow’s wing dipping—a mocking salute. My headphones crackled with a hummed creole lullaby (“Fais do-do”) during the silent footage. The safehouse lights flickered. Shadows dripped down the walls like tar, congealing into a top hat on my desk. A moth-eaten rose lay tucked into its band, petals crumbling to ash when I reached for it. My monitors rebooted, each screen flooding with static—except one. The basement feed now showed the girl, her heat signature blazing white-hot, and behind her… a skeletal hand resting on her shoulder. The hand drummed a rhythm—three beats, then one.

I saw a card on the car, I curiously took it and gasped. It had the same colour as the former card. It was red with black pen used in writing, I opened it and read out "Little Tito, I love your little girl's hairstyle, Lilian is so cute. Ah, the driver just dropped her off. I feel like chopping her head off now. I really love horror scenes. Her screams would be music to my ears, enjoy! " From the head chopper. Ugly siren. "No, no, no," I yelled in fear.

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.

she said,her mind racing in 10 different directions at once. She needed fresh air.She had to get out of there.All of this was just too strange for her to handle right now and way too coincidental. What were the chances that the girl in her vision and Marcus both referred to a supernatural entity known as ‘the lady in the shadows',both while speaking to her? She ran up the stairs.Her purse was still in Ethan’s bedroom. And then she heard it as she passed the portrait.Her name,as if set to a gentle,haunting melody…

Her eye lids fluttered slowly, letting her eyes open. “That’s it, look,” I forced her chin toward the mirror, fingers still fucking her deep. “Those voices in your head? Those faces that spit on you? They mean nothing. You hear me? Nothing. This...” my fingers drove harder, her body clamping on me, “...this is real. This is who you are. A fucking Siren.” Her hips rolled down on my hand. Her eyes flew open, stuck on her reflection. Her face red, mouth parted, tears falling as she watched herself come apart.