Creepypastas To Read Novels & Stories

Curl nor Iliya couldn't say anything about it, they didn't know what to do next. Pradai went to the hill and went up the tree house. She opened the door to see that the tree house was becoming old, cobwebs were all over the place, and the smell was not too pleasant. She went in and looked at the books and found the one which she always read, she opened the book and flipped through it and came upon a page she hasn't seen before, it was written with an old ink, however, in a language she couldn't recognize, but somehow it made sense in her head as she kept staring at it. "The God will take whatever belongs to him, and with the lycan-vamp and other demons and creatures, God of the strange."

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

Others laughed at her gloom and she closed her ears unable to hear their sickening noise. Cassy’s gawked at the dirty room—cobwebs sticking out on the tattered walls. The moon peered at the three dusty recliners from the left window. Opposite it, a carpeted staircase led to another floor opening into the world of oblivion. Maybe! A knife went hovering over her into the fire; the steel charred making ruthless love to it and a big book with an image of a woman with inflamed eyes fell near her. Her lips quivered as she read the title—A Trickster; An Evilest and The Sinister!

"Everything in here might be haunted." "Yeah, but this one's got weird energy." She sliced the tape and flipped the flaps open. A mix of hardcovers and leather - bound journals, yellowed at the edges. One smelled like cloves and mildew. Another had pages stuck together with something she didn't want to name. She set them aside, one by one, cataloging quietly. Piper — cat, queen, bookstore menace — stalked over the counter like she owned it and plopped herself on the pile.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

There was so much it was everywhere on the floor. It felt even more creepy now. “I found something, " Kael called, his eyes concentrating on a book that was spread wide open. I walked over to his side, my eyes widening as I saw what he was looking at.Images. “Images on how to cleanly take out the bones of a body, " I read. "You were right, ” Kael said solemnly. "This is creepy. ” We flipped through the pages, looking at the instructions for performing such operations on

We need to learn anything we can that will help. ‘Okay, well, we better get reading then.’ I take a book from one end of the bookshelf while Pipsqueak starts at the other end. I unlock the steel clasp and carefully flick through. Each page has a symbol and a description of what each represents and does. Nothing helpful. I put it back and took the next book. I can’t read it though it appears to be in Latin. ‘Found anything yet?’ I ask. ‘No, this one seems to be about the history of witches from Salem. I’ll keep looking.’