Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

She was happy to be friends with them. Now it really paid off. Maya laughed at the thought of it, and she said, “It’s been really a while since we last met, isn’t it? And you came to help me clean up my mess, sorry about that.” Sally chuckled as she teased, “Oh come on, your secret accomplice is none other than a princess. Hold your head high.” Sally was, in all actuality, a princess. “And might I add, a Russian billionaire owner,” Oli added, and the three had some good laugh.

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.

We could not risk the lives of our people because someone tried to touch our mate or looked at her wrongly. Soon wine was served, and Scarlett excused herself. There was something off about the wine. As Scarlett left, I tried to link her but could not connect with her. Trusting that she was okay because I knew no one dared attack her, I continued with the party. "Is it just me, or is something wrong with this drink?" Clay said, and I was glad I wasn't the only person that felt strange. "Maxwell, how do you feel?" I asked, almost slurring my word, and he shook his head.

" My young self was right. I had no backbone. For 20 thousand and my ID, I got in the car. Charlotte brought me to an office building and led me into a conference room. It was pitch black inside. Something felt wrong. I turned and caught the glass door before it shut. "I can't clean in the dark," I said, frowning. Charlotte tossed something at me. "Put it on." In the sliver of light from the hallway, I saw what it was: a pair of men's underwear, thin and barely there. "What's this supposed to be?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Mrs. Crayford can't see well. With the lights off, she won't notice much. She enjoys it more that way.

Then she left, quite certain that she’d never once glance at the stupid thing. The pamphlet sat for a couple of days under a pile of old magazines on the dining room table. Sally didn’t bother to go back to the library—she found a box of old crime books from the 50s and 60s in the attic, and she made do with them. Finally the pamphlet got transferred to the recycling. It stayed there for a week with the old newspapers and empty tins, until Sally decided to have a tidy up. David was having one of his ‘episodes,’ as she’d taken to calling them, and Sally was in a righteous fury, purging the cottage of junk.

The panic on his face disappeared, replaced by something cold and steady. He looked at the chili paste in my hand with open contempt. "Go ahead. Eat it. Let's see who dies first." Then he moved first, rushing into the kitchen and coming back with a bowl of blazing hot wings, shoving them toward Sally. "Eat. Let's see how smug she looks in a minute." Sally didn't hesitate. She grabbed a handful and shoved them into her mouth. The second she bit down, her lips swelled from the heat. She swallowed, then shot me a smug look.

Sally’s face was distorted with the cruel smile plastered on her lips. Maia knew that she was gone. Sally had turned into something far more sinister. “Pablo, bring them out of their confinement!” Sally glared at Maia as she instructed. Pablo frowned at Sally, “What do you want to do?” “I want to give Cedric and Eddie a huge surprise! I’m sure they’ll love it!” Sally turned and walked into the office next door. Pablo looked at Sally’s back as his frown deepened. He sighed and instructed the bodyguards to bring the prisoners into the room next door.