Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

He didn't even glance at the staring vampire as he began munching on the prepared human meal. 'Delicious. This is so delicious.' 'It's nothing like instant noodles or ordered rice. This is so sweet.' Uea ate with happiness. After an hour of stuffing meals into his belly, he lay back in bed and parted his legs, showing his beautifully sculptured body to the vampire. "I'm done eating," He beckoned the vampire over. "You can come and eat, too." This was how he wrote the story. The main character would eat, and then the vampire would also eat the main character.

I tried to know more the safety zone. Yes. An short immediate response. I don't want to have the same fate as my aunt. She was the other woman of someone. Although they lived together and had a kid, she wasn't secured of her lovelife. I didn't mention anymore my dad who had another woman and ruined our family's life. Do I know your aunt? Sir Dan asked. Probably. She was quite famous during her younger years. Do you know the beautiful lady in Galaxy Cinema House? - . Me texting

"I was just a child when it happened. My vampire pack, we were living here in these caves. Everything was perfect, we had everything we needed, food, shelter, and most importantly, we had each other. But then, one day, strange things started happening. People began to have strange nightmares, they started seeing things that weren't there. It was like they were being manipulated, driven to the brink of madness. "I remember watching as my family, my friends, they all started to turn on each other. They became violent, they started to hurt themselves and others. And then, one by one, they started to kill themselves. I was the only one who survived, but I was left alone, with the memory of my fa

Ru spoke up once again. I remained silent, knowing that Nasos had his reasons for the tale, morbid as it was. “Let me tell you a little story. About twenty odd years ago, a man and woman lived with their three kids on a farm. Their lives were unremarkable but it was content. And then one night, a woman and man show up. The most beautiful beings you ever saw. They were as charming as they were cruel. The father had a love for whiskey and card games. He had met the couple at bar he frequented, and they followed him home. Turned out he beat the man in game of cards and they decided to have a little fun with the human that managed to outplay them. They started with the youngest child. She was

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

I gulped hard as I peddled my way to the creek, greeting some of the townsfolk on the way when I got stopped by Mrs Maisel, another fanatic of the supernatural. “I heard you’ve been hanging around Monsoon Creek Rory,” She said whilst trying to crack a nut with her fingers, the woman was a nutcase, “You better be careful. Werewolves and Vampires are looking to prey on a beautiful soft lass as yourself.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your—

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,