Experiment Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

A red lollipop unwraps from its sheath and waves from Davie to me. My heart almost stops when it pauses on Davie, and I'm thankful it isn't me. Regrettably, I wanted Davie to accept the dare to avoid being asked to do it. I'm terror-struck when Davie walks away, too afraid to take on the dare. As the door closes behind her. I exchange an awkward look with Amber. I'm desperate to be a part of the cheerleading team; however, degrading myself for it, I will never do that.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

"If you had just admitted it earlier, you could've rotted away in prison at least. But no, you had to go and pull out your memories. Guess you dug your own grave. Don't be scared. I'll visit your grave every year." They tied me up and hoisted me above the grinder. The blades spun wildly beneath me. As the crowd shouted, I slowly began to descend. The soles of my shoes were shredded instantly. I struggled, but the more I fought, the faster I dropped. Just as my legs were about to be torn apart, the operator of the extraction machine suddenly shouted, "Your Honor! I found something that doesn't make sense." She rushed forward, holding a blood-soaked mass of flesh.

I quietly crept deeper into the campsite. As I walked, I aimed the hidden camera on my clothes forward, recording everything I saw.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

Its arms reach past his knees and on the end of his wrists where there should have been hands were knife-like blades, four on each hand. Shadowed men, or as we have come to know them as, Crawlers, monsters from the other world who feed on power… Two years ago, Sienna began seeing these beings in her nightmares and then, three months ago… we faced them- well me and Theo. We were the first to encounter them, but since then they’ve been popping up everywhere. They are like nothing we’ve seen before: powerful, extremely fast, deadly… and chillingly intelligent. It runs at me, and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.

Crawling out of my bed, I snuck over to the door and crept down the stairs, being careful not to make any noise. The sun still hasn't risen, but I woke up hours ago. I grabbed a light blanket from the hall closet and pulled it over my shoulders, knowing the cold would come to me soon. Stepping into the family room, I looked around as if that room has all the answers to my questions. The picture of a wolf came into view and I stepped toward it again. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the wolves and moon were made up of names. Tons of names that circled and swirled into patterns and revealed beautiful Shape Shifters running after the midnight moon.