Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

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.

"Madam?" The maid called Sally sneered and rolled her eyes. "She's just a vixen! Did she even deserve to be our Madam?" she spat venomously. "That's true, but-" Before the other maid could finish, Sally interrupted her. "Tch. Why are you fretting? I just ate a portion of her bird's nest soup. Don't worry. I'll dilute it with some water and mix it up." She grinned and continued, "That Julia looks so pathetic. How could she appreciate something so exquisite? I doubt she'd even notice if we ate it."

She set them down on the table beside me. “Breakfast is here,” she said with a polite smile. Sally’s eyes widened as she stared at the dishes. “Wait… this is hospital food?” The trays were filled with a rich breakfast for two, including fresh fruits, warm porridge, a fresh smoothie, and other fancy dishes. I raised an eyebrow. “I guess being in a VIP room has its perks." Sally scoffed. “Forget VIP. This looks better than what I eat at home.” I couldn't help but chuckle lightly, Sally could be too much sometimes. She eagerly grabbed a piece of toast, taking a bite without hesitation. “I’m stealing some of this,” she mumbled through a mouthful.

The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard. "If it weren't for me, you would've been raped by that zombie before being devoured. You'd become a restless spirit stuck among the tombstones forever and no one wants that. You are better off here in this basement of my home. Now, lets get down to business... stand naked before me." Sally was too frozen with fear to respond or to move. Hamid narrowed his eyes. "Stand naked before me or be fed to the zombies." Sally slowly stood up from her bed, leaving the blanket behind. She stood naked in front of the half-ghoul. The half-ghoul whistled in appreciation. Sally blushed furiously when she became more embarassed than afraid.

Third person POV He emphasized. “Which warehouse?” Sally began with a sigh. “I was kidnapped… before I came back here. For four months.” Lifting her eyes from the bedsheets, she looked at her grandmother. “I don't know, but she did something behind my ear. And she said my body is nothing but flesh, it has no soul. What does she mean?” “Which ear?” Mrs. Willow skipped the next question. Sally folded her right ear and leaned forward so her grandmother and Ryan could see. Everything was silent until a gasp escaped the woman's mouth. Sally knew it was a bad sign.

She was way too young to know and understand the kind of job I did so it was best to keep her in the dark. Together, along with Clarissa, we all enjoyed a few spoons of the ice cream together before I tucked Sally into bed and in a few minutes, she was out cold and it knotted a twist in my heart to know that she was fighting off her sleepiness just to see me before going to bed. With a sigh, I walked out of her room and joined Clarissa in the kitchen where she was preparing several batches of cookies to supply to several bakeries the next day. Even though her family was almost as rich as Dax's, she had insisted that she wanted to do what she wanted and they let her have her way so here she w

With his cultivation, he feared no one, let alone Pax. As Sally left, Frank finally noticed what else was in the room. Two ladies wearing tights were both lying in puddles of their own blood, their weapons still in hand. They must have been people working for Pax whom Sally had run into and dispatched. "She's ruthless." Alda sighed, as she had to be impressed despite being a fellow woman. She knew Sally's roots, and it was surprising that someone so young and born to an ordinary family would rise to such breathtaking, if ominous, heights.

Sally, undeterred, followed me, leaning over the counter with a determined look, ready to pry for answers. I tried keeping Sally busy with small talk, giving her random tasks like chopping vegetables or stirring the sauce, but she wasn’t letting it go. She kept glancing at me with that look, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. Finally, with a defeated sigh, I threw in the towel.

Was Roger the one who killed my boyfriend and turned him into soup, while his wife remained blissfully unaware? Through the curtains, I watched as they closed the shop early. Normally, they stayed open past eleven, yet tonight the shutters came down just after dusk. Moments later, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called. "Uh… it's me," came the reply. "I'm the boss of the organ soup shop downstairs."

Sally cheeks turned pale as she blushed . “Stop your fluttering ,I know I look like a stupid clown,this attire simply doesn't suit my ‘Bad bitch ’personality” She said while slumping her soft butt on the tall wooden stool next to the kitchen island. “Seriously sis,this style actually suits you” Celine said while plopping a pancake on a white plate while handing it to Sally . “Suit me indeed ” Sally rolled her eyes. She bite a huge chunk of the pancake and opened her eyes wide.