Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

The Pastor and the Slutty Nuns Kristen ponders her next story as she rides her bike home from school. Writing naughty stories has consumed her life. It's all she thinks about. She constantly masturbates, picturing the perfect story to pen into her corrupted diary never realizing how she warps the world around her. She's hardly in the world any longer. She can't remember the last time she spoke to anyone. She eats leftovers out of the fridge at odd hours. She doesn't speak to her mom, her brother, her sisters, her father, or the two Japanese exchange students who, for some reason, were always naked in her house.

“ How did you know about that? Did he tell you?” Mr creepy shook his head, “ he didn't, and he didn't even need to because we, the close ones to him, noticed that something was off with him, we just didn't know what was wrong with him, not until he started posting on his stories that he was looking for a guy named Dante”. “ Are you fucking serious? He posted it on his story?” I asked and he nodded, “ that's crazy”. Mr creepy; oh gosh, please don't mind me, Gabriel chuckled softly, lowering down his head to cover his mouth in laughter, giving me the full leverage to tactfully look at his hair which was already balding for such a young man.

As the small vampire child entered, the room seemed to hold its breath, every eye turning to the eerie newcomer. My gaze fixed on the child, realisation dawning with a primal dread. This was no ordinary child; the child had been turned—a crime so severe that the punishment was often worse than death. My mind raced back to an old tale, whispers around campfires about a child vampire destined for a dark ritual that threatened to unravel everything. Though I couldn’t recall the specifics, I knew the ending was bleak, and I was caught in a story about to repeat itself.

Elijah's eyes were fixed on the starless night sky, the moon brighter than he remembered. "Full moon," Za spoke, and the little devil looked at him. "Have they told you what happens when there's a full moon?" he asked, but the other denied it. "It's a very old story, to tell the truth. But it's very true," he began to say as they pulled off the road and entered a small shortcut. "More than 500 years ago, it was said everywhere you went that every full moon, an unscrupulous animal attacked every human being that didn't have any security during the nights. It is said that when the moon shone brighter than the stars around it, that animal with huge ears and a long jaw appeared because it was hi

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

The girl took it, pulled herself up, and together they followed the warmth and noise back into the hollow of the house. — Later, as the council—old and new—crowded the main room, someone called for a story. Not the true kind, but the kind that made survival feel like a myth ripped from bone. Elena took her seat at the head of the ragged table. The new blood sat close, alert, expectant. She cleared her throat and let the silence bloom. “This is the story,” she said. “Of the house that ate its own nightmares. Of teeth and blood and the bitter cold that never let up. Of monsters who were just people with no one left to bite.”

Honestly, she was confused by Dita crying and then suddenly mentioning Radya's name, who is Radya? "You know the new student at our school? The one I told you about that day when he shot a girl in an empty house?" "Oh so his name is Radya, what happened to him?" "He cut my calf and thigh," she replied. "OH MY, REALLY?" Evi reflexively closed her mouth when she heard Dita's explanation.

“I thought they were weak and oblivious to the supernatural world.” “Yeah, that’s mostly the case but there are stories. Stories written by our kind and published here.” Lupa said. “Stories exposing our rituals, our existence and how to do things that humans shouldn’t know about. Most humans take the stories as fiction but there are still some that believe the stories to the extent of actually trying out the rituals. I’m thinking this human stumbled on a book about demons and decided to try it.”