Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

This place were filled of heated rocks, falling rain of fire, black hawks that didn't die, a black hole at the center of the territory and different monsters and witches. It's scary in here since I got here two years ago and me and my twin sister cried because it's so sad in here. It's not our fault to kill our own parents, my father raped and molested us and my mother was a drug addict and sometimes brought us to her drug addict friends and told us to dance in front of them. It's not easy to lived as humans I guess. I heard footsteps approaching in my room. I prepared myself to hear our master's loud voice and for my sins to confess.

He is a Bampire who is not looking to have sex with me or hurt me. "Well, I was born in Bluestoria." Then with a shaky voice, I tell him the story of my parents. “I had parents that loved me and made sure that I was happy until I was twenty-five years of age. One night when we were sleeping, a bunch of council members broke into our house. They took my mother and strapped her down to the table in the kitchen. Two Bampires started to rape her with long sticks and battalions in her ass and pussy! They continued to rape her multiple times that night until every one of them had cum down her throat while another Bampire was standing in front of her, fucking her mouth with his cock.

The only sounds within the room were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the persistent ticking of the wall clock. Then, suddenly, it came to her, the blog post. A personal account from a woman who claimed to have been romantically involved with a vampire. The title echoed in her mind: “The Truth About Vampires (Not the Kind You Think).” Heart racing, she booted up her laptop and searched for it, fingers trembling as she scrolled to the bottom of the page and clicked the tiny “Contact Me” link. Hi, my name is Chloe. I think I may be in a similar situation to yours. I’m scared. I think I signed a contract with a vampire.

After his death, his daughter-in-law also died a few days later. Then the whole family happened to. The whole family died, only the daughter that year in 10th grade was crazy. Hearing this man's scary story, Amanda was deeply confused. Never had she heard such a creepy ghost story. "And then how was it?" Amanda's eyes widened as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

It wasn't a mansion or an old castle, not a fortress or even a modern sci-fi inspired house, but a modest two-story. The house had gone through a few owners in its day, most recently, a young author of strange stories that found, if not success, a modicum of acclaim and monetary gain. It could be said she still lived there now, if what she did could be called living, but the being that traversed its boards and carpets wasn't her at all, wasn't even remotely human. It just looked like the young author…creepy.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

, I screamed. "What??!", I heard dad ask from behind me. I quickly turned to see he was with mum. I sighed a bit in relieve. "We can't stay here..", I started repacking the boxes. "Let's go home..", I was almost pleading. I didn't want to wait and find out what goes on after midnight! Dad laughed a bit before walking up to par my back. "You don't believe those crazy stories do you?". Elmore had always been famous for all it's horror stories.