Creepypastas Novels & Stories

Gasping, Jake dropped it, letting it hit the floor and watched to his amazement as it fell rooted to one spot, without rolling away from the residual force. The can started shaking again and this time Jake saw something else. Something was inside of it. The sides of the can were acting up, contorting like something was trying to come out of it. A weird high pitched growling started coming out of the can too as whatever was inside writhed tirelessly to get out until suddenly, the can tore apart at the top like a miniature bomb had been dropped on it, prying it open. What followed was even more horrifying. Jake watched a dark red slimy substance flow out from the top of the can, descending dow

We were just lucky in that matter. About how the council sought us out and told us that our agapitos was out there for us to find. Apparently according to the council, we had accidentally drank ambrosia at one time or another. Usually done by a god who has been given permission to pass their immortality down to another when they are ready to give it up. Once we found each other, we never left each other sides.

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Every corner had adorned with rubber rats, hairy hanging spiders, fake spiderwebs, candles, orange and black garland, black bats on strings, paper skeletons, fake headstones, coffins, black fabric draped on the walls and furniture, black and orange balloons, and strings of orange light. The place is well conditioned by recorded sound effects such as: howling, cackling, creaking, laughter, moaning, wind blowing, bats screeching, chains rattling, people laughing, the rustle of costumes, music, glasses clinking, people talking, doorbell ringing, people running up and down the stairs and a yell of a victim from a gruesome killing. It caters to creepy designs of foods such as a head in a plate, w

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

“It's ok. I'm a strong girl. I'm really sad because you left me again. But, I'm glad we can still meet, even though things are like this. I loved you and I will always love you, until we meet again someday. " Khanza could not focus on Kenzo's explanation in front of the class. At the moment, English lessons are in progress, but Khanza is not paying attention. In fact, English is the girl's favorite subject. However, the evil spirit's explanation, as well as the story Kenzo had told, were all the same. Everything fits. So, that means, me and Kenzo were husband and wife in the past? Me and Kenzo are the reincarnations of Khanza and Kenzo in the past, two hundred y

One of the famous snacks in Indonesia). “Then, I have no interest to defeat you guys,” Pelesit said enjoying that malkist (malkist is a cream cracker with sugar on its surface). “Why?” Alfi asked enjoying his chocolate pudding. “You know, when I was alive, I was a human with great dark arts planted in me. The power is passed for generations on some certain families. With this power, I only can strengthen myself by eating baby whether it’s alive, in fetus form, or dead.” Pelesit explained enjoying his potato chips. ”And thanks to that fucking Banaspati, no one enters this floor and that makes me get weaker. I am just able to redecorate this floor and display all of my collection here to welco

After pouring the juice in the cap, she headed to the dining table again and stretched the cup to Abigail. “Here,” Kim stated and Abigail nodded collecting it. “Ma’am, I hope you enjoyed the food,” Kim said and Sara nodded happily. “it was amazing Kim. I must say you are a good cook, which is why my son offered to carry the pot of pasta.” She said and Kim smiled. “I am yet to find the pot.” She mumbled to Sara's hearing. “he must have placed it somewhere. It’s no big deal, you can forget about it. There are lots of pots around here. Pick any.” Sara replied in a low tone and Kim smiled faintly nodding.