Creepypasta Story の小説・ストーリー

, 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.

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

A series of searches later, my eyes widened in horror at the result on the screen. Not that I didn’t believe Dad’s story completely. It was possible that the old woman paid him the visit years ago and spewed gibberish but what displayed on my screen proved that I needed to investigate that story. ‘Soul reckoning curse’ was the title of the article staring back at me. It was a five-page write-up about certain ancestral curses with links to body-swap folklore and urban myths. I read the lead sentence and scrolled down the remaining pages. I think I might have just figured out what happened to Graham and me.

Maybe I’d finally stop looking backward. Maybe I’d finally be free. ********* Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! This story is a journey through not only the supernatural world but also the internal battles we face when trying to escape our pasts and make new choices. As Selena steps into a new chapter of her life, she’s confronted not just with external dangers but with the ghosts that still linger from her past. I hope you’ve found yourself immersed in the mysteries surrounding the packs, the full moon, and the ancient curses.

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.

The phone's clock displayed the digits 18:02. My play takes place at midnight? Wait, how do I even know that? When did I- "Seems like a lot of time." "Yeah," Cassie chuckled, "you'd think so!" The play was about a community set in the past where everybody lived happily in peace and harmony until all that is taken away when bad things begin to happen in the cover of darkness. People are found dead at the crack of dawn, with their necks bleeding out. One girl however, known as Florence, finds out the truth and discovers that the community is being taunted by a blood sucking creature of the night-a vampire. It then becomes her quest to take this adversary down.

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

This place creeped me out. Mama Delphine sat in her crooked chair, stirring a pot that smelled like pepper and old stories. Her sister, Marie, sat opposite, eyes open, soul gone. Breath went in and out, but there was no one home. I wanted out of here yesterday, but all I could do was wait for Lucian and try to block out the swamp witch’s mutterings. “The swamp gone quiet,” Mama said, voice low. “Dat mean de dead listenin’ again. When dey listenin’, somethin’ wicked fixin’ to walk.”

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right