Creepypastas Characters Novels & Stories

What, now that you're management, you forgot where you came from? "Besides, worms are packed with protein. Some people can't even buy them. Why are you being so dramatic?" Just like always, she tore me down in front of everyone. Like I would still be dumb enough to believe the lies she dressed up as love.

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

When it finally clicked, she could only let out a scream. The creatures were wearing the faces she knew like the back of her hand, from Lissy and Andie to Aunt Therese and Calix. These were the faces of the ones she cared about, the ones she loved. And over by the corner, towering over the rest at nine feet tall, was a creature donning the perfect likeness of Gregor Donovan.

There they were hatching new generations of shape-shifting oborotni, of brutal kulaki or Fists, named so because their faces were giant clenched fists, of wily kosmopolity or Kosmops, whose beguiling squeaks grew louder as their stature diminished in their successive generations—the latest brood were the size of rats—and worst of all, krovososy, the crawling vampires whose human bodies had degenerated into a fat wormlike tube, tipped with a toothy snout. Or perhaps these scary images were yesterday’s news. Wasn’t there something about a new menace: former people, the living dead? Svetlana once again bitterly regretted her inattention in class. She had written down today’s definitions in a da

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ + •*.』 ~SATURDAY, 3 DAYS LEFT... Scarlett woke up to a rather bright weekend morning. It has almost been a week in Pastonville. And after one whole night of emotions, discovering that Vampire genes ran in her DNA all along, and that her mother and uncle were once humans from the 15th century, Scarlett somewhat felt a sense of...relief. Oddly.

The steaming hot tray of food was set on the table, and Zen instantly recognised it by its smell. “Is that shepherd’s pie?” he asked with drool almost trickling down the side of his mouth. The smell alone was already enough to convince Zen this was something created by another master chef. What was up with all the NPCs of this stage being great cooks? First, he met the three builder brothers and Porky, who made amazing potato soup. Now, it was Mary, the ditzy schoolteacher with temperamental lambs. What’s next?

She also discovered that the three girls from the school were also in town. People thought that their loved ones were being killed by a serial killer, some even said it was a gang of at least three. She decided to do some digging and soon she discovered the truth. It was the Crypt Keeper. It was him all along. Cleverly disguised as a teenager, he had moved to the town and had started going to school. He had used this form as a disguise for decades to steal people’s souls every Halloween when his powers were the strongest. Elizabeth smiled; she was going to enjoy the game.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

At this moment, Allen Old's sharp eyes passed over Mark Susann and Charlie and the others, and saw a few beautiful beauties standing not far away, especially Charlie's girlfriend, Tom Hiddleston, with short hair hanging at her ears, outstanding temperament, absolutely difficult to meet beautiful women. The key is that these are all students, invincible in youth, and are incomparable to those who are incomparable, which makes Allen Old, the type of person who has been mingling with the wind and moon for a long time, unable to bear it be mindful and moved. Allen Old's room in this room is the largest room in Zeus Palace. It was specially prepared for Allen Old's. The light inside was dark and

Calvin stated and poured him a drink. Little Starky boy just did my job for me. I had a name and a species. Demacores were extremely sadistic creatures that were created by none other than Douchey Loki. I did not know specifics, but I would learn every single detail about them that I could. It made me wonder if this was the asshat that I would be destroying. Draxthi hummed and took a sip of his drink, grinning when he tasted it. His tongue slid over his teeth as if savoring every drop.