Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Slender

"What do you think?" Arlo slides the laptop toward me, and I lean in. Dark gold bleeds across the card's surface. A hooded Grim Reaper, scythe in hand, face deliberately hidden, anchors the center. Clean. Dangerous. Expensive-looking without trying too hard. He rotates the 3D preview a full three-sixty, and the gold seems to breathe, fracturing into liquid light with every angle. I slap my palm on the desk. "That one."

They were both tall. The slender man rushed to her. He was fast, leaping over huger rocks. The rock guy on the other hand was distracting the Reaper, hitting it constantly with rocks. She just stood there, afraid and terrified, no idea what to do. The turmoil hindered her from thinking. These people are Badbloods, she said. Should she run? She wanted to but it's like her feet was chained to the ground. She can't move and was lost in the moment. The slender guy appeared beside and siezed her wrist. His hand was rough and calloused, but his touch was cold to her skin. She shivered in surprise. Up close, his brown eyes were deep and unreadable, his face was gentle and full of life. But now, he

The sludge begins to act unusually, as if it's crumpling and shriveling from the inside, I watch it fold back in disturbing twists that bellow screeching throes. Dunno...is it dying? I can feel my body now, and I realize the cruel grin etched into my facial muscles. The excitement still radiates in my tremoring arms, and I see the sludge starting to shrink. Hmmm...am I the one behind their agony? That was too easy. The more I twitch my burning palms, the more intense the agony and crumpling shrinkage of the sludge. Heh, I expel a huff...this isn’t so bad though.

Vivienne moaned, before hurrying over to the door where the girl was leaning to open it. My mouth fell open with surprise as I saw what the woman―Vivienne―picked up before setting it on the ground. “But what…?” “Hello! My name is Taylor Sweet and that's my pet, Lily.” Silvia and I stopped seeing the white with black dots pig who was now roaming freely on the porch of my house and we looked at the smiling face of the little blonde who had stopped before us.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

It would give them some idea of the nature of this disease they were up against. Bridget followed him as he went over to the nearest victim, a male teenager by the looks of things: jeans, T-shirt and jacket showing through the cobwebs. Strauss bent down, examining the body of the boy. ‘He can’t be more than fifteen. What is this stuff?’ he asked no-one in particular, then put his gloved hand out to touch the thin membrane. ‘Looks like it’s trying to cocoon him.’

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

[ IN WHICH HE SIGHS IN RELIEF ] SIN’S P.O.V — I look down. Vomit. “That’s the parasite!” Greed screams from somewhere behind me. That is when I notice something moving in my lap. This thing in my lap is green amidst her dark, red vomit— she had coughed up some of Rome's blood. But that is the least of my concerns. I am more concerned why this strange green thing has been coughed up along with the blood. This greenish organism is in the shape of a slug; something I have never seen before. The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison.

The long thin thing that Svetlana had seen on the stairs was still there, as immobile as a log. Perhaps it was a log . . . but then the thing stirred and slithered down the stairs. It looked like a slimmer version of the krovosos but Svetlana saw, just in time, that instead of a leech-like proboscis crowned with a cartoonish human face, it had a bunch of pointed serpentine heads that thrashed and squirmed in the dank air. “Hydra,” she hissed into Andrei’s ear. “Stand still.”