Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

Author: Catherine Edward Pari Tibba, the land of fairies is home to an ancient legend. Deep in the belly of its oak and pine forest lurks an evil, waiting to be unleashed. Andrew Garrison is desperate. Driven with sorrow, he sets out to Pari Tibba to seek the very evil whose name must not be spoken of. Disclaimer: Explicit Content. The story contains mentions of rape and non-consensual sexual acts, strong mature language, and graphic violence. Prelude

I whispered from my bedroom. "Let me in," a voice said more in my head than out loud. My breath came out in a panic. "What do you want?" "To come in." I thought seeing the movie The Exorcist for the first time was scary. This took the cake! I had been the cause of a Vampire becoming dead—permanently dead. The Council had wanted me put down before that. I couldn't begin to imagine how pissed they were now that I had put down one of them.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story! He didn't even orient me! I close my eyes, and then suddenly, some idea pops up in my mind. I smile brightly and start to type the story. Our first meeting inspires the story that I will present to him. I'll make it a very angsty one, and he will be the leading guy then dies in the end. It's a story about the hero and heroine falling in love together when they first meet inside the elevator after an accidental kiss. But, unfortunately, the guy didn't know that the girl he met was a part of a mafia clan and one of the candidates to be the mafia boss's mate.

Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me. When I was in school, I chose to live in the dorms whenever possible, just to shape the people around me. The dorm I lived in during middle school was never at peace. Sudden injuries and even deaths kept happening. I drifted among them, watching their families weighed down by pain, guilt, and grief, and I felt a rush like nothing I had felt before. When we were assigned dorm rooms in college, the moment I first saw Jacob, I knew that he was just like me, a natural-born sociopath. But he was my prey.

AN ENDLESS nightmare—that's how Althea describes the thing that kept haunting her in her waking hours. Her hands were trembling, holding onto the sleeves of her pajamas, while the man in front of her would lean forward slowly in her direction. His eyes were glowing red, his lips curled into a frightening smile, and the shape of his teeth was sharp and rigid. He was a monster, a devil of some sort. And in one instance, the man comes, launching himself in her direction, and she almost screams at the top of her lungs.

Lena woke up to the sound of moaning. It wasn't the distant, muffled noise of the party downstairs, which had finally died down to a low thrum of bass and occasional laughter. This was close. It was a sharp, rhythmic sound coming from right through the drywall of the guest room. She lay perfectly still, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as she recognized the timber of the voice. It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room.

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous