Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

I asked, my heart racing as unease flooded my veins. The sounds of something—or someone—crawling towards us reached my ears, quick and menacing, an echo of impending doom that sent shivers down my spine. I backed up slowly, each inch a battle against the rising tide of panic, while Armando stood his ground in front of me, resolute yet tense. My heart raced, thudding violently against my ribs, and my hands trembled, betraying my fear.Was it The Death Dealers? Was it Reaper? The scuffling grew louder, accompanied by heavy, labored breathing that seemed to claw at the edges of the dim tunnel. I steeled myself, prepared to confront whatever horror awaited us in the darkness, adrenaline coursing

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

I cleared my throat. I went back to my desk and ready to answer her question. " In German folklore: The Alp is a vampire-like creature who visits its victims at night. It wears a cape called a Tarnkappe which is imbued with magical powers". As you can see miss Scott Incubus demons are not human same as the vampire but they can use them to mate with their human prey". My eyes winked at her and her gaze at me became intense. I moved my eyes to her seatmate whose name is Thamer. He's not an ordinary mortal. I think he's hiding something and that's the thing I must find out.

Not even close. X’s mouth twitched at the corner, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “You could say we’re like the Ghostbusters, something like that. In fact, we're honored to be called when 'something strange is in the neighborhood'.” Then X looked at me. “Carl, this reminds me of that job offer I made to you in St. Louis when we first met. Skinwalker lore is a specialty of yours. Looks like you're about to see a real one up close.” X turned again to Pastor Brooks. “ You see, Pastor, we deal with things that go bump in the night on a whole different level.”

"Yes, Antonia. The Craon was surprised to see the great God and Goddess in his little abode so he gladly brought them in, offered them drinks, and asked what brought them. They told it that they want it to guide the cage of your father and the Craon gladly accepted cause all that mattered to it was that he was going to live in the sea once more. But to hide the truth from all so that the beings won't know that the Craon is back they caged your father in the deserted sea. The sea till ten years to come will always be the most dangerous sea one can ever see. I can take you to the sea Antonia, yes I can. But before then you have to make a journey to the only females that can give you a portion

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

Tonight could get ugly. I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a moment, feeling out into the night. They were definitely coming, and there were more of them than I had expected. I thought we’d knocked out most of the Vampires in the area during our raids. The deeper I probed, the more I realized most of these were newbies, created recently for just such an event. I guess a Vampire’s a little bit like a cockroach. You can do your best to squish them, but if you leave one or two around, soon enough, you’ll find yourself infested again.