Creepypastas Wattpad Novels & Stories

Sookie Stackhouse is a mind-reading waitress who falls in love with Bill Compton, a vampire who was turned after the Civil War. 14-15. A Touch Of Dead BY CHARLAINE HARRIS A Touch of Dead contains the complete Stackhouse short stories; a short-story volume, Many Bloody Returns, also has a Stackhouse story. 16-18. The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

Give up is not the right word for me, but to keep striving until I convince him. I let myself roam and check all the things in the room. Before I touch the things, I whisper to ask permission then I put them back. It feels alive here. It is like I’ve been here before. I kept checking the scrapbook but slowly turned the page to ensure I would not see any scary or creepy paintings until I heard a loud growl booming upstairs. I rushed to look at the hole and saw darkness everywhere. I bite my upper lip and walk upstairs to check on Caleb.

She found herself confronting aspects of her past that had long been buried, and the boundaries between her memories and the shadows of Nyxterra grew increasingly blurred. In one particularly harrowing moment, Lyra found herself face-to-face with a vision of her past—an event she had long forgotten but which now felt painfully vivid. The experience was both disorienting and illuminating, as it revealed connections between her past and the enigmatic world of Nyxterra.

He felt the weight of the pregnancy—an impossible miracle that felt like a stone being carried in his gut. He saw the image of the eighteen-year-old Lyra, sitting in a cave made of frozen mud, her fingers bleeding as she tried to carve a wooden wolf for a son she wasn't sure would survive the night. He heard the sound of the Creeper-wolves—the rogues who had devolved into monsters—prowling outside her door, their breaths a foul mist in the dark.

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

Please, forgive your Mama and Papa! TO BE CONTINUED

So I had memorized every single word perfectly. I stayed on all fours, took a deep breath, and recited: "I am Poppy the slut, My body is yours to do whatever you want, While I'm with you, I have no thoughts or feelings, While I'm yours, treat me like a cheap whore, Anything you have ever wanted to try with a woman, Anything you have ever fantasized about, I am here to make it happen. Use and abuse me anyway you want, A quick suck and fuck, Or a weekend of torture and gangbang,

My boyfriend, who had gone missing for a month, appeared in my soup. The shop was crowded, yet I didn't dare raise my voice. Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I staggered outside, found a secluded corner, and retched until my stomach burned. When I was done, I ran upstairs, locked myself inside, and dialed the police. An hour later, they called back. "We've checked," the officer said. "Their ingredients are all sheep offal. As for the tattooed skin you mentioned, we believe it was a standard meat inspection stamp. No missing-person reports have been filed in the city for over six months."