Creepypasta Stories Novels & Stories

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

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Thankfully, the young man who had approached me was gone. I checked the room, trying to find Lisa, but there were no signs of her. I walked toward the pools, only to find my cousin getting her pussy eaten out by the handsome guy from before, while another guy with blonde tipped dreads had his dick down her throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had to go.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

I work there. **VesperVixen:** Wait… really? You’re serious? **quietreader87:** Yeah. **VesperVixen:** That’s insane. Small world. So… you watch my stuff while you’re kneading dough? **quietreader87:** Sometimes. **VesperVixen:** I’m blushing. **quietreader87:** I’m panicking. **VesperVixen:** Don’t. I like that you’re real. Most guys on here are anonymous creeps. You feel… different.

Jude Was sleeping soundly beside him, and his snores could be heard, soft and pleasant to the ear. She kept on staring at home until an idea came into her head. “I think I should start by addressing the obvious. I am a member of a driven species who needs to have multiple sexual partners, who likely would be male, or a member of a hermaphroditic species, given my most recent hookup.” But she smiled over it. ‘Hermaphrodite? ’Peters. A smile came to her face when she remembered that. They had met on a dating site after some weeks of conversing.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write. ‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

Calderon has nodded excitedly, thrilled that Macey, the librarian, has left her seat to check on him, a simple invader. “Cool, I rarely see students marvel through that corner of this library. There are only a few and I could even count them using my ten fingers,” Macey has let out a bitter giggle. “I bet paranormal stories weren't the trend these days. People tend to be more realistic now. Nobody believes in ghosts and creatures aside from scared kids.” “I don't think so. Fantasy stories with vampires and werewolves as characters are gaining attention.” “Really?” “As what I've observed online.”