Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enough to keep her distance from him. While she looked for her mate, the creepers blocked the way from the opposite side. The guy was nowhere to be found. Did he escape? It is quite possible as before, survivors leave a bet behind to escape such conditions. “Motherfucker!!!” she cursed inside her head. The level 2 creeper jumped out of the crowd and stood a few meters away from the little survivor. She wasn’t ready and the poisonous tail swept the floor, throwing her into a random jewelry showroom.

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

She was last seen hitching along Bassler Road, toward the interstate. Will I read a story about her next? Or maybe a twisted tale about how my next door neighbor—a gentle, seventy year-old retired nurse named Maude—is really a dedicated Satan-worshiper who dines on the flesh of cooked babies and also likes to have orgies with the town librarian and the Ladies Auxiliary. The idea is insane. Ludicrous. Far-fetched. So why can’t I get it out of my head? “This story,” I say, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, “this is when things started getting weird.”

According to the stories, a wealthy industrialist had murdered his young wife here in 1897, and her spirit had never left. The master bedroom was enormous. A massive four-poster bed with tattered silk curtains stood against one wall. An ornate fireplace sat opposite, and tall windows overlooked the neglected garden below. Moonlight filtered through the cracked glass, casting eerie silver patterns across the dusty floor. Harper unrolled her sleeping bag on the bed, changed into a thin white tank top and soft black sleep shorts, then sat cross-legged in the center, sipping whiskey from the bottle. “Honestly, this is kind of boring,” she muttered to the empty room after twenty silent minutes. “

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

“There’s a reason why my manuscript felt so real. Before I wrote it, I met a succubus.” My eyes went wide in disbelief. I didn’t know how to respond, especially since he was telling me this with such a calm, matter-of-fact tone. That’s why he was calm about it! I blinked my eyes several times before deciding to cough to compose myself. “You did?” I finally managed, my voice faltering. “I’m sorry, I’m just... I’m a little lost right now. I have so many questions, but I don’t even know where to start.”

written by Isabella The air seemed to thicken as he stood there, his presence commanding attention. The old lady's eyes flickered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadable. The granddaughter, however, couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. The little girl, Violet, flinched in fear as she met eyes with the mafia man, Shawn. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expression was cold and calculating, his deep voice firm as he asked, "Why are you here?"

The creeper took a step to them, snarling with drool slipping from its mouth down to the sand. “I have no choice but to step in.” The pregnant woman said about moving. The creeper halted, something was wrong and it felt it soon after It’s eyes widened as it’s body slowly deteriorated from his sides leaving only it’s two legs. “What the?!” the pregnant woman was surprised. “… how did he do that?!” “We survived!” Peirce and Node rejoiced as their knees where almost failing them. “It was more scary than the Torzillas.” Peirce exhaled, fell on his knees on their accomplishment, Node held his shaking hand as he forced a smile on his face.