Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

The scene in the dark corridor made DeLorna gasp in horror. Bodies were lying on the floor mutilated. Blood was everywhere. Heads, hands, and other parts of the body were scattered all around. DeLorna could not imagine the scene she would meet once she got outside the corridor. The thought of this almost made her puke but she held on and managed to walk past the bodies. Getting outside everywhere was on fire. People were running Helter skelter shouting and screaming for help. Creatures of different sizes would sometimes appear and eat off some of the people's heads. No matter how they ran, some of the creatures would catch up to them and take off their heads.

But now, I was sure of one thing: Whatever they were scared of— It had begun. By the fourth day of our trip, the magic of the storytelling had begun to fade. I no longer cared about the details of humans turning to animals or running as fast as the wind. Each day, my responses became shorter, and sometimes I even found myself mouthing the words along, because I'd already memorized them all. So it wasn't a surprise when her misty eyes met mine on the seventh day. "Today, Ava, I'm going to tell you something different. It's about hybrids. The powerful ones formed from the combination of two or more supernaturals."

John probed gently, wanting to understand the tale hidden behind those haunted eyes. The girl suddenly looked up, her dark eyes meeting John's as she started her story. "The campsite had been unattended for almost two days," she began, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I thought someone had abandoned it, and I was desperate. I've been running for days. A pack of wolves attacked the village that my skulk and I were a part of. They were searching for something or someone," she explained, her voice filled with trepidation. "My mama managed to communicate through the link, urging me to hide and run," she finished, a hint of unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because that status always their in the night. Unknown to them, the status was a zombie who had perceive their smelling scent and immediately, it devour them. Eating their brain. The four friends immediately turned to zombie as they walk inside the school and began eating everyone. *** Almost all of them stood frightening as they kept muttered. That's the end of the story, no happy ending. "I'm going to sleep guys! Goodnight. Scarlett utter as she went to her tent and lay on her already make bed. She can't wait till midnight reach so she could go to the supernatural world. Of course to tell them about Aurora so

said Celie. Nestie turned to Celie. “What do you mean ‘no one alive’?” he asked. Celie placed a hand above her mouth and laughed. “Well, Nestie. Local legends say that a woman in white haunts this house and its grounds,” explained Lisa, watching her friend’s reaction. Nestie stepped backwards and held Lisa tightly. “You mean this house is haunted?” he asked Lisa. “That’s what they say,” Lisa replied. “She is supposed to be my great-great-grand aunt,” said Celie as she stared at the open window on the upper floor. “And she died her of a broken heart.”

I smirk looking to Sophie who was still crying “What’s up? “It’s just been a while since I seen such a sight, I thought this practice had long but ended” “Wait what? You seen this before?” Layla asks through my lips, mum nods wiping her face as we all turn our attention to her. “Years ago we came across a rogue camp, they had kids there just like the little one, so many of them. When we realised they were being abused we killed most of the adults of, keeping the teenagers alive, they told us the most horrific story, I could hardly believe it” She whispers shaking her head, dad squeezes her hand, throwing his other arm over her shoulder, she leans against him

His voice quivered as he described the brutal scene that unfolded before his eyes, the man transforming into a monstrous being, his humanity slipping away as easily as a snake shedding its skin. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of dread settling in my gut. I shared a glance with Aiden, his expression mirroring my own. This was no ordinary murder. This was something far more sinister, a creature of the night leaving a trail of death in its wake. The old man's tale ended with the stranger disappearing into thin air as if he had never existed. A chill ran down my spine at the thought. It was as if we were chasing a ghost, a phantom that could vanish without leaving a trace.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board. - Well, and what are they doing? - Bia was just waiting for this question. So, when he did it, she tightened her red bow on her head and said with a smile that she went from ear to ear: - Dad is at the cemetery and Mom went to buy more sweets, Grandpa is taking care of the boy that Grandma is going to cook. I have to behave myself, or the witch will come and get me too, do you want a candy? - You might see this as a very creepy story, but you must consider that there was news in the port. About a witch that attracts children with sweets to cook for them and then bury her bones in the cemete