Creepypasta Slender Novels & Stories

“I want you to come, want you nice and wet when I slide my thick cock where it belongs.” At his words, he slid two strong fingers into her pussy. Something cracked deep within and sensation flooded her, dumping ecstasy right into her bloodstream. She screamed, or moaned…she had no idea which, as her release washed over her. Hard waves of heat and pleasure robbed her of every thought but those of him. “That’s it, Scar. Ride it.” His voice was a low croon as he pumped his fingers slowly, stretching out her release.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

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.”

My breath came out in whimpers, like the breath of the weeping Uncivil around me. Tentacles slithered towards me, and seized my arms and wings. Their hold was tight and cool and sticky, like great black worms. They lifted me into the air. More dark tendrils coiled around my feet, legs, and hips, constricting me from the waist down. They pulled hard. ~ My eyes shot open to the sound of my own agonized scream, and Mr. Cillian’s mad cackle. He was in the room with me again. “He’s almost here,” said Mr. Cillian. “It’s almost time.”

Combined with the massive cock destroying my ass and Lena’s juices flooding my mouth, I was lost in a haze of agony and ecstasy. “Fuck, she’s creaming so much,” Slade grunted, reaching around to slap my clit repeatedly. “Her asshole is milking me like a vice. Hurry up with the ink so I can watch you fist her cunt.” Lena moaned above me, riding my face harder. “Almost done… there. ‘Slade’s Filthy Cumdump’ looks perfect on these puffy lips.” She finished the last letter and set the machine aside. I came violently from the degrading words alone, screaming into Lena’s pussy as my ass clenched around Slade’s pistoning cock.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Although Cedric was furious at Isaiah's actions, the fact was that Solana's child was gone, and Alyssa was carrying Isaiah's child. Alyssa swore confidently in front of Cedric that the baby in her belly was a boy. "Mr. Jeffries Senior, Madame LeBlanc of South Aderine is one of the most respected psychics around. You've probably heard of her. "She has confirmed it's a boy, and she has never been wrong. In just ten months, you'll be holding your great-grandson in your arms!" She massaged Cedric's shoulders, worked his back, and flattered him into a good mood.

Those eyes that I thought were black and soulless, now are gaping holes dripping with slimy clear liquid. The only thing that is the same, is the hissing. That single sound, makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck as I am unable to move and all I can do is watch her transformation before she comes closer. Starting to move, she sort of slithers across the forest floor as I stare helplessly at the slime oozing from her eye sockets. Then I notice the rain as it falls down in sheets. It's funny, I don't remember a storm before now.

I drag my hand down my thigh as I wait for his reply, and my hand is dangerously slipping close to the edge of my school skirt when my phone vibrates. ALEX: I’d turn you away from me and raise that short skirt over your ass. I’d probably tease you. Make you whimper and plead for it before I give you the pleasure you seek. I’d close my hand over your mouth because of how hard you’d scream as my cock slides in and out of you. Fuck.

Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel. "You look hot," Amber compliments me as I'm next to her. "I hate to agree, but you really do." Sookie rolls her eyes and sips some from her cup. "Thank you," I say shyly. "Want a drink?" Amber, hand me a cup. I accept it and recall what my aunt warned me about before leaving the house. I should not drink. But how can I say no to Amber? Amber's eyes were fixated, needing me to take a sip.