Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

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.'

She was going to make sure that he forgets all about Ariel. ONE WEEK LATER. (Italy; Bernardino Clan) Ariel was lying in bed when Sally entered with a plate of soup like she had demanded earlier. As soon as she got a whiff of the soup, her stomach grumbled and the urge to throw up overwhelmed her. “Oh Sally, I couldn't possibly eat that! I'd throw up.” She scrunched her nose, wailing loudly. “But you rejected the pudding and asked for soup. Now you're rejecting this too?” Sally asked, visibly irritated.

No matter how hard i try to run away, Dalon would always drag me back to the beauty salon. I even tried making a good excuse. He replied “Seriously, you really think i would believe you telling me that Ginger is in danger because of some zombie apocalypse..” he gives me an ‘are you serious look’. ” You really need to stop playing those zombie video games, it’s messing with your head.” He said poking my head.

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.

#SALLY’s HIDEOUT, THE OLD COTTAGE# Sally was going mad right now as she stormed towards the old cottage; the only place she knew she could vent her anger on someone. Just as she entered the old cottage, she stormed to Stacy's room, she was longing to beat her. “Aunty Sally!” Stacy eyes widened in fear when she saw her entering the room. “You little bitch!” Sally spat out, slapping her and the little girl cried out. “Sally!” Draco growled, storming into the room and he dragged Sally out of the cottage

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.

Sally wrestled, crying out, "Let me go! Who do you think you are to lay your hands on me?" Cole trailed them downstairs to handle Sally. In that instant, Mila experienced a surge of fear. She hadn't imagined Sally would dare to bribe Keith and commit a crime at Sudvilla.

Luca says in a low voice. “Thanks.” It feels strange having him here, walking around freely, especially after we were all led to believe he is a convicted killer. I open the box to find Sally’s belongings—a lock of her hair, a doll, and a diary. I arrange the items around the candles, hoping their personal connection to her will strengthen the ritual. I close my eyes, reciting the incantation once more, my voice growing more desperate with each word. “Spirit of Sally, come forth. I call to you.” Minutes pass, each one stretching into an eternity. The air is thick, almost suffocating, but there is no sign of Sally. No ghostly apparition, no whisper from the beyond. Merely silence.

"How dare you suggest such a thing! My grief has been…” "Your grief has been a lie," I interrupted, my voice growing louder, commanding the attention of every soul in that hall. "Five years ago, Sally Taylor didn't lose a daughter to a tragic disappearance. She disposed of one. Sally, you were the one who planned with Monte to kidnap Hillary and Neveah. You were the one who orchestrated the disappearance of your own flesh and blood because Hillary wouldn't play your games anymore. And while you were at it, you kidnapped Laziel at the same time, trying to fracture the Giovanni family from within while you secured your own power."