Novel & Cerita Famous Creepypasta Characters

“The person who, after a thousand years born with the blood that carries the poison that will lead everything to the will of the selfish God and chess player, OPHIUCHUS.” Now giggling as the name is someone that they three knew, but not as deeper than what he had. His tone and voice are cracking the dreaded way, as the pen finally finished writing the words that he all claims as the character and his very nature towards the last loop and seventh. With the identity and name that he stolen. “Now we are talking.” He once more giggles, and end with a sinister smile and whispering. “This is what kind of a character and nature that I wanted to be.”

Every member is a goddamn freak of nature…" "Are we sure these guys are clanless ?" "You gotta be kidding me…those are like thousands of ghouls… how the heck is he still alive?" "Alive….this fucker is living breathing demon!" "Those mindless creatures don't stand a chance… Where did this monster come from? " "He is like a freakin reaper of souls… " "First Phantom and now this party….so clans aren't the only shelters for prodigies…" "He kinda reminds me of the tale of the grim reaper...."

He truly played the scapegoat, and each time he came back unscathed, Don Carianno had his jaw on the floor. He listened quietly for any sounds outside the door, the footsteps approaching from afar were faint, thanks to his acute werewolf hearing. He waited until they faded further away before going back to the diary. There was another entry: “I made him who he is today, I’ve created a vicious and mindless killer, Ghost.”

It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders. "That's not Christmas, you nitwit! That's Halloween! And nobody hunts anyone's soul!" "No, that's Christmas. Why then would he marry Draculaura?" Odette scoffed. I giggled, letting Neo do his own habit; slipping an apple-flavored bubblegum into my mouth. I sucked the juice of the gum off his fingers, unconsciously, by habit. "I don't know, maybe because Draculaura is a fictional character from your favorite cartoon, you know, Monster Bloody High! She's a teenager and her boyfriend is a werewolf!"

They did not get to experience things like this in their childhood and figured if their luna was doing it, then so could they. So many different characters wander the little haunted territory, there were marvel characters like Ironman, Captain America, the Star Lord, and then DC characters like Batman. Flash, Superman, cartoon characters like SpongeBob, PAW Patrol, Bugs Bunny, South Park, there were movie characters like the Godfather, Rocky Horror picture show, Grease, Disney characters, the list went on forever of all the different costumes.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”