Creepypastas Novels & Stories

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Give me a good mark, OK? She put back the letter on the table and get the porcelain bowl. Zitrey starts to scoop the Crying of the Graveyard, as soon as she scooped it, the said food gives off a 'gurgle sound' and purple bubbles show up. Whatever ingredients on it look like horrified and screaming; indeed the said name 'The Crying of the Graveyard' stands for this dish. Nevertheless, Zitrey still transfers what she scooped on her own bowl and gulp the whole bowl of soup. She even finished the remaining soup in the pot. As soon as she finished, she went to their refrigerator. When she opened it, there's nothing, seems the things inside fell into the abyss. Zitrey did a deep sigh. Every time K

I cherished all the memories we had, but they would always bring me to remember what I don't want to. I should prepare a milkshake, instead of milk. That should be the best option. *** (USA) I've gone through a lot in the past, I just need to clear my head and be happy. I was in my room back then when I thought to myself. I strolled down the street, with no destination then I found myself later at the pool. I made myself comfortable on the lounge chair. I crossed down my legs as I watched the people swimming, dipping down their head into the blue water. Some ladies with blonde hair walked about the pool, with their bikinis, some in colorful G.string and bra, while some are in rainbow colour

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

" My young self was right. I had no backbone. For 20 thousand and my ID, I got in the car. Charlotte brought me to an office building and led me into a conference room. It was pitch black inside. Something felt wrong. I turned and caught the glass door before it shut. "I can't clean in the dark," I said, frowning. Charlotte tossed something at me. "Put it on." In the sliver of light from the hallway, I saw what it was: a pair of men's underwear, thin and barely there. "What's this supposed to be?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Mrs. Crayford can't see well. With the lights off, she won't notice much. She enjoys it more that way.

“Could you… could you repeat that? My ears must be deceiving me. I thought you just said Harriet is your boss. The boss of… Beauty Blossom.” “Your ears are perfectly fine,” Simon said, his smirk widening. He seemed to be enjoying her shock immensely. “Though your taste in boba tea is questionable. Meet Harriet Anderson, the brilliant, reclusive, and terrifyingly young mastermind behind the brand. My big boss.” Lena’s eyes widened in shock. “Isn't the founder someone called Elysian?” She asked, making the corners of Harriet’s lip lift. Lena suddenly realized. I'm the whole history of Beauty blossom, no one had ever seen the founder. Did it mean Harriet was truly that person? But how? When?

Dad and Rory sighed and turned to me. “Please, ignore her. Eat,” Rory said, and I smiled politely at him. “What do you want to eat?” Dexter asked me, and I looked at the table. I was so distracted by her I forgot I was hungry. “The pasta is really nice. This is Cullen skink; it’s a creamy soup you two should give it a try. There are also some snacks if you have space in your belly for more,” Dad said, and I smiled. “We would love to try it,” I said, and he smiled.

*Kalpana Pov* “So, black or white?” Pallavi asked the moment I sat down beside her for lunch. “Black!” I replied, sighing and leaned back feeling tired. “What? But even yesterday it was white, right?” she asked frowning at me. “I know! I just wish, it turns back to white soon. I can’t bear this black for more days.” I replied shivering with the feeling of terror. “Even I can see how stressful it is for you. I will pray it turns to white and we will have party this time.” She said patting my hand.