Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

She tossed a pad at me before she and Sophie went to the connecting space to prepare my gifts. It took me around 30 seconds to strip down, leaving around fifteen minutes to sit tight for the young ladies. At long last, the entryway opened and Sally stood wearing a white streaming, see through outfit. She ventured back to uncover Sophie stooping on the floor in a dark undergarment that came only dependent upon her tits. The sides were sliced impeccably to fit over her hips and afterward boiled down to a point simply over her groin. She was all the while wearing the dark choker and had her hands behind her back, her spread legs uncovering her shaved pussy. "Sir," she said in an imposing voice,

"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone.

Sally, on the other hand, appeared pale and weak, her usual agility diminished. Once Sally and her mom, Stella, were seated downstairs, Jerry inquired with concern, "Hey, what's wrong?" Stella wiped away her tears and said, "I discovered a shocking secret today, and I'm still reeling. My daughter here..." She paused, glancing at Sally, before continuing, "You don't want to share it, do you?" Sally shook her head with a smile, and Stella nodded in understanding. Taking a deep breath, Sally began, "My name isn't actually Sally, but Sadie. I took my sister's identity." She proceeded to explain everything, leaving me utterly shocked.

, the maid hesitantly nodded and allowed Sally go by herself but she stayed close by her side till the got to the kitchen . The first thing Sally saw when she entered the kitchen was Meticia enjoying a slice of her meatloaf with relish and sipping a glass of the fresh berry juice she had made for herself this morning . Hot anger seeped into her veins and if not because of her condition , Sally was ready to give her a dirty slap .

Sally asked herself and stood up to go check the kitchen, and just as she thought, Kayla had already prepared a delicious meal because she knew that Sally might be hungry when she returned. “She’s the absolute best.” Sally said excitedly and served herself, then she remembered her visit to Kendrick's house and how she had to spend the day there for no good reason. She was wondering why he even called her in the first place when he had nothing important to tell her. A few minutes later Sally was done eating, and Kayla was still yet to return. “Why the fuck is she taking so long?” Sally asked, looking very worried. ********

Elara opened her mouth to argue, but Sally was already watching her with that look—half exasperation, half fondness—one she’d never worn before. “You know,” Sally said, leaning back against the counter as she scooped another spoonful of cereal, “this kinda reminds me of high school.” Elara blinked. “High school?” “Yeah,” Sally said with a small laugh. “Us cooking our own lunch and dinner like this. Or… well, whatever counted as food for us back then.” Elara mustered a small smile. “Instant noodles are valid meals if you put healthy ingredients in them.” “Says the one who can eat noodles for three meals a day.” Sally pointed her spoon at her. “And remember when we tried to get into baking, st

Sally excitedly wheeled Elijah, his eyes covered by the black silk ribbon, and walked quickly toward that bistro. However, before she reached the restaurant’s entrance, she encountered a few familiar people. “Huh, isn’t this the pride of our high school—Sally Summers, who got into A City University?” A woman’s mocking voice traveled over. “Why are you pushing around a cripple? “What’s with this cripple’s eyes? “He can’t be both blind and lame, can he?”

To become one with them, body and soul? Driven by a sudden, overwhelming urge, Sally oozed her way towards the door of her laboratory. She had to find someone, anyone, to share this incredible experience with. And she knew exactly where to look. The castle's dungeons were dark and damp, the perfect place for Sally to indulge her darkest desires. She flowed down the stone steps, leaving a glistening trail of goo behind her, until she reached the cells where the most depraved and debased prisoners were kept. "Hello, my darlings," Sally purred, her voice echoing through the dank corridors. "I've come to play."

Everyone was in battle mode—Ready for anything. The first person they met was an old woman. She was short and wore a woolen hat, a long green crocheted sweater, and an old walking stick still in her hand. She wasn't moving, just stood there looking down. It was Ms. Sally. She has a grocery store just around the corner. She was a nice older woman with no family, just living alone. It was a pity she was a victim of the evil infesting the town. Her face had no expression whatsoever. Her jaws were slack, her mouth hanging open in a weird way. She seemed to be swaying slightly, the walking stick falling at any time. She was utterly soulless.

Said Mika. “And you love him so much!” I teased. “This is serious guys. Why would Steve create a project and call it nemesis.” Katleho asked. “Sally might have the answer’s.” I said. Katleho tried to call Sally,but she would not answer her phone. “She is probably still with her client, I will check on her later.” she said. Mika and I went to Sally's apartment, later in the evening. The place was a mess.The TV had a cracked screen, the couches were turned upside down, the vase was broken on the floor. Sally was on the floor bleeding, too weak to speak.