Creepypasta The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?” “We can see it,” said Edward through the speaking app on the other tablet. Amy breathed deep, looking for the best way to explain it to me. “If you could see the parasites, you would notice one of them seems to start like, pounding, and Price snaps and behaves like an arrogant bully. Then another parasite does it and he loses it over his meds, and so on.” “No self left,” said Ann with my phone app. Joseph was finally done typing and hit the TTS icon. “He’s been under their influence for so long, there’s nothing left of his personality. He’s but what the parasites want him

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

It seemed to appear out of thin air, the thick, viscous blood flowing endlessly from within the puppet's form. Gradually, the blood began seeping into the puppet's eyes, nose, and other facial features, making it look exactly like a desperate, helpless person filled with hatred who wanted revenge but was powerless to achieve it. "I'll kill you, Stanley. I must kill you and make you feel the same torment and suffering I endured…" The puppet's voice grew weaker but more venomous with each word. Stanley burst into maniacal laughter that echoed through the tomb like the sound of a madman celebrating his victory.

Heard Subject Seven laughing with edge of hysteria. Our three-year-old daughter was interdimensional entity who'd accidentally created parasitic infection and erased people from reality. And somehow, we had to teach her to control it. "We are so far beyond my pay grade," Reaper muttered. For once, I agreed with him completely.

It constricted, tightening with relentless pressure until the creature imploded, vanishing in a harmless, silent puff of black smoke. I braced for a psychic shriek, my own energy coiling to form a defensive shield, but there was nothing. The creatures were utterly silent, their focus absolute. Five more clawed their way from the soil, joining the unholy procession and bypassing us completely. The chilling realization dawned on me: they weren't acting on their own. They were puppets. Something, or someone, was pointing them like arrows at a target in Glens Crossing.

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

Of course, the one to be regarded as the main suspect was Crystabell who left abruptly, no one was going to think anything about you who decided to play the loyal sidekick at that time and follow her. Another wonderful thing, the black magic used on the puppets also originated from the one that was used to ruin Night Pack. I managed to inspect it carefully when Layla was in my hands, fighting for her baby. What are the odds that you, Stephanie Meyers, aren’t the master of the puppet master?”

"A puppet curse is when someone takes your hair and blood, mixes it with a cursed talisman, and has a practitioner cast an incantation over it. Once that's done, they can control you." "At first, I thought it only affected a person's actions, but it goes further than that. Far beyond what I imagined. "It can cloud your senses at critical moments. What you see becomes an illusion. That's why I couldn't stop myself from coming to this game, and why I mistook a three for a king." That technique had long been forbidden, yet people still dragged it out of the shadows for profit, for cruelty. As soon as I finished speaking, Helen suddenly looked up at me. Tears spilled down her face.

He couldn't wait to pat his storage pouch and take out a puppet as long as an adult's forearm. This puppet was like an ape, but its workmanship was rough. One could only see that it had four limbs but no tail. However, it was not that the male cultivator did it on purpose. His puppet's whole body was covered with lumps, as if there was a fester on a person's body. It made people feel creepy when they looked at it. Caspian looked around and his attention was attracted by the wisps of silver cold light in the puppet's mouth and fingertips.