Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

"Daddy, please! I need it now!" Sally screamed, bursting into the living room, her voice a desperate, trembling cry. The clock had struck midnight on her twenty first birthday, and the unbearable, cursed horniness was burning her alive from the inside. It was time to fuck or die. Evolution demanded it. If she didn't get railed right this minute, she would be dead in a matter of minutes. Her modest white negligee clung to her sweat dampened curves, her nipples stiff and aching, her braless tits pressing against the thin fabric.

Those two did not waste any time once the apocalypse hit. Chloe turned up her nose and muttered, "Eating this old bird is like chewing on leather!" With a swift kick, she struck Sally's legs, which had been reduced to mere bones. With her cheeks stripped of flesh, Sally tried to scream. However, her son, Christopher, had gagged her with a foul sock. The trio then began to roast and feast on Sally's flesh before her very eyes. Christopher swore with every bite. "Curse that Jessica! Wherever the hell she's hiding, I hope the haunts rip her guts out and tear her to shreds…"

“Hey, baby.” “Hi Sawwy.” The woman had red hair, big… Texas big, really heavy makeup, and wore leather pants, a tight long-sleeved T-shirt and a leather vest with ‘Property of Flinch’ on a patch on the front. “I’m Sally.” “Hi.” I shook her hand. “I’m Payton. It’s nice to meet you.” Lily ran to the bookcase that housed the DVDs and grabbed the Frozen cover. “You Hawk’s woman?” Sally asked, quietly which I appreciated.

Sally stares at us, a little worried about how fast we eat. 'Gee, you guys sure are hungry.' she says. Hope nods, 'This is delicious! I’ve never eaten this before! What do you call this?' Hope asks. 'Erm, well, this is spaghetti. I’ve never met anyone here who hasn’t tried spaghetti.’ I interrupt their conversation. 'We’re from the countryside. No restaurants or stores exist, so we live off the land eating the basics.’ 'Oh, I see.' Sally says, buying my excuse. 'Well, since you’re done eating, let me show you your room.'

Sally's is a bit crowded this morning. It seems like most of the people in town decided to have brunch today than exactly coming for breakfast time. Sally's is a little Diner that is originally a minimart. Mr and Mrs Goodman runs the minimart way back but when both passed away, their children decided to turn it into a Diner. Sally's, named after Mrs Goodman, is practically located beside the only gas station in town. Apparently the Goodman twins (Harry and Larry) are more interested with cooking than retailing.

I should kill Geri now before he becomes a much larger problem for me because Mazelina Winslow is mine. “Sir!” Anton shouts entering my study. “Yes, Anton.” “Sally Myers, Sir,” he announces as they march Sally into my study, her wild curly hair moving like it’s floating in the air of its own accord, her brown golden skin almost glows like her pale brown eyes. In a flash the movement stops once again she looks like an ordinary woman, but she is far from ordinary. I’ve known Sally Myers since she was born into this world thousands of years ago, she likes to tell people that she’s young. If she were to let her power go, she would look like a true hag. I’ve seen it before when immortals have bec

“I find this very strange, very strange indeed.” Sally kept her head bowed toward the floor to hide a smile. She found it humorous that a lady who arrived at her master’s residence in the wee hours of the morning with her fancy slippers covered in some sort of disgusting goo, no escort, and dressed in a costume that obviously belonged to a woman far beneath her station would find anything going on in the household strange.

#AT THE OLD ~ COTTAGE# Sally was sitting majestically on the old couch while she was smoking devilishly, and puffing the fog into the air. Stacy, the little girl she was hiding from the world was washing her legs in a bowl as she knelt on the ground. “Wash my legs properly,” Sally suddenly snarled at the little girl and she watch her tremble. “Y-yes, aunty Sally,” Stacy shivered fearfully as she carefully washed her legs beautifully. “Are you mad?!” Sally slapped her hard on her cheek and Stacy didn't dare to cry as she gritted her teeth to hold back her tears.

A primal desire was beginning to stir within her. Ashton and Sally walked out of the club one after the other. Going after Ashton, Sally asked with a smile, "Do you know who my sugar daddy is?" "Who?" "Louie Holt, the future head of the Holt Crew! I heard from Melody that you used to be a part of the criminal underworld. In that case, I'm sure you've heard of the Holt Crew before, right?" Patting Ashton on the shoulder, Sally continued haughtily, "Melody is a good friend of mine. I promised I'd help her, so kindly get out of the Langley residence at once.

Sally slowly turned toward him, the warmth fading from her expression. “You really don’t recognize me?” she asked, her tone soft but chilling. The color drained from his face. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes gleamed faintly, an unnatural light flickering beneath the surface. “I’m Sally,” she whispered. He took a step back, shaking his head. “No… no, you’re not—” “I came back to haunt you,” she continued, her voice low. “You thought death would silence me?” A terrified gasp escaped him. Then he turned and bolted toward the door, nearly falling as he ran.