Novel & Cerita Dark Link Creepypasta

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

The room was so dark I couldn't see anything in it. I moved to find the light switch on the wall of the room. It was then that the sound of someone's breathing was heard. I looked carefully at the room. It looks very bright red. I ran to those eyes and saw Frey sitting behind the bed. "Leo?" My eyes began to adapt to the darkness of the room. Gradually I could see Frey's face. Her tears flowed down her cheeks. My hand gently wiped the tears away. Frey just cried silently. We sat holding hands in the dark room. Even though I wanted to ask a lot of questions, my mouth remained silent. Without asking, I could tell Frey was no ordinary human. "Frey, can I ask you one thing?"

And suddenly, the surroundings darkened. God is still merciful to me. - APHRODITE When we arrived at their place, I was just staring out the window as we drove down the road. Even when things get a little creepy around here. It's too dark and still forested, so this is where they're hiding something tsk. "Babe, we're on our way-What?! Shit! -What happened?! -Fuck! -W-what-?-DAMN!" My older brother threw his phone on the dashboard and sped up his speed.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Richard It's very dark here; the only source of light is a faint glow coming from a small crack in the wall. The air feels heavy and suffocating as if it's been trapped for years. With the stink of blood coming from my nostrils, I cautiously navigated through the eerie darkness, my heart pounding as I wrapped my hands around my knees, holding them tight to my chest. As I strained my ears, the silence was broken only by distant, echoing whispers that sent shivers down my spine.

My body is tired and aches because of sitting for such a long time. I look around me and don’t see anything. There is darkness all around me. I had found the door with quite a difficulty. I feel like I have become blind. This darkness has started to creep me out. The never-ending silence is making me insane. I want to hear the voice of someone else. I am sick and tired of this loneliness. This loneliness is eating me from the inside.

All I could see was an endless darkness. There was no sound there was no colour just empty lifeless darkness I couldn’t tell you how long I was there as time didn’t seem to have a measure. I couldn’t tell you why I was there, or where this even was…. In fact I can’t recall anything. How did I get here? I lift my arm to look at my hand and there nothing, it’s so dark I can’t see where I begin or end. I touch my face but there’s no feeling there. I look up down and around nothing. I step forward and I see a purple glowing spec in the distance. The more I look at it the brighter and close it becomes. What is it? I do not know. I do know I’m not afraid so I start moving towards it. Brighter and

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

I look below and I see Xane and Alex looking around. ‘This isn’t how the game goes!’ I think to myself. My anxiety kicks in and I start to panic. I need to somehow get out of this and get back to the party. I look down and they’re gone. I slowly begin to climb down. I get to the floor and look around. It’s black. It begins to sink in that I’m screwed. Suddenly my hood gets pulled over my face and mask and I get dragged through the woods. I can’t help but to scream.

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”