Creepypasta Stories Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Here. My mouth opened, but no sound came. No scream. No cry for help. My throat locked up with terror. Then he smiled. It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t kind. It was the smile of a monster who thought he’d already won. “We meet again, cutie pie,” he said smoothly, voice like velvet dragged across a blade. I shook my head slowly, terror stealing the moisture from my throat. He tilted his head. “I’ll bring her back.” He pointed lazily at Laura’s motionless form in his arms. “Only if you come with me.” His smile widened. “I know you wouldn’t want her to die just like that, would you?”

prompting laughter amongst the group. He scrunched his nose, chuckling. Ace affectionately scratched the dog's ear, exuding warmth towards the loyal pet by his side. Taking Su's hand in his own, Ace gently guided her to place their hands on the dog's forehead, offering a tender caress that elicited a smitten giggle from the young girl. "Can we bring it with us?" she pleaded, her eyes sparkling as she admired the Doberman, fully grown and exuding a dangerous aura.

‘He may not be far wrong. I sighed. Heavily. It was not the first time the first impression I portrayed had got me into trouble. “I shall smile when I meet them, would that help?” Hudson laughed. “Oh yes, lure them in with that truly friendly forced smile.” He winked playfully at me as we turned down a long driveway, which I assumed was the entrance to the pack. “But, in truth, that would be no different to the wolf dressing as Grandma in Little Red Riding Hood... 'Oh, what big teeth you have...' the little girls says as the wolf grins, before replying. 'All the better for eating you with.' Seriously your forced smile is scary as hell, creeps even me out and I have been your friend forever,

He and Liam turned around so fast upon hearing those words, staring at me wide-eyed, i was sure they would start calling me names and such. "I am terribly sorry! I never meant to offend you! See, i love dogs, and... and... if you smell like that... it... it means i like your smell!", i try really hard. And then i realise that that is also creepy to say to people. I am on a roll today! They look briefly at each other, and i swear i saw a quick smile from both of them. But i could be wrong. At this point, i am too embarrassed to assess any social cues correctly. Percy is back watching the pigeons, but he wouldn't save me anyways.

"Looks like you can't cook even if you wanted to." Footsteps came from behind me. Adam walked into the kitchen. As he approached, that oppressive feeling struck again. But he didn't look at the refrigerator. Instead, he suddenly frowned, his nostrils flaring twice, as if sniffing some scent. Then he showed an extremely disgusted expression. "What is that smell on you?" His voice was cold as ice shards. I instinctively sniffed my sleeve. "Oh, it's disinfectant smell, and dog scent. There were several big dogs at the clinic today who were particularly clingy. I played with them on the floor for a while..."

I said out loud in a fit of laughter. The video showed her as she started barking… actual dog sounds between the screams, then she switched to begging the camera in this creepy baby voice, “Bring me the dog… I need to finish the ritual… Kira’s inside it… I can feel her… I need to finish what we started and kill her for real this time!” I kept replaying the clip, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Every new absurd line made it better. She started chanting, “Kira is a wolf! Kira is a wolf!” while trying to bite the nurse who came to sedate her.

The figure was putting on a sky blue nun’s habit, but it was shredded, torn, and stained with dark brown spots that seemed to be blood. The figure turned sharply, pouncing towards where I was lying down. It wasn’t a human. It was a werewolf! A scream tore from my lungs, “Get me out of here! Somebody… help me!” The man covered my mouth and dragged me back to a corner. “Shhh, you have to be quiet,” he whispered. The small dog that had followed me began to whimper, shrinking back with its ears flat. The wolf turned its gaze on the animal and had what looked like a smile on its face. It lunged at the dog, ripping into it with its teeth, its claws dripping with fresh blood. The feeding sounds tha

It is the brutal enforcer I always called Creepier. Without letting my brain think, I yank Lestat's massive arm and pull him straight through the nearest doorway, praying to the Moon Mother that Creepier didn't catch the silver reflection of my hair. "Welcome, travelers! Are you here to seal your marriage certificate before the moon sets?" An older female wolf smiles sweetly at us from behind a heavy stone counter. Her short, bleached fur-hair falls around a soft, round face with bright rosy cheeks. "Did your pack already submit the blood-forms online?"

Below, kids chased after puppies, their laughter carrying through the air. Smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, and the smell of food drifted up on the wind. Those days of fear, of being cornered and betrayed, were finally over. Duke wandered over and nudged my leg, his tail spinning like a propeller. “Woof. [Hey, Hannah, how about some grilled pork tonight?]” I understood him. I crouched down and rubbed his head. “Yeah. You’ll get plenty.” This world was rotten to the core. People ate each other alive.

CJ smiles as he sits on top of the bed beside me. "Chase, meet Terra, the cute girl I've been telling you about..." I swear I see the dog smile and do a little squeal before it takes one leg up and I fearfully shake it. "And Terra, meet Chase, my best friend." I stare at him suspiciously. "You've been telling a dog about me?" CJ giggles. "Yea." "What exactly?" "That you're trying to steal his spot." The dog growls, looking at me.