Female Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

"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.

“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.

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

When she was five meters away, Mildred went down to her knees and started to crawl the rest of the way. When she was two meters away, she turned around and moved backwards toward the creature. Once he knows I am a female, I should be safe. If it worked for my aunt, it should work for me. The large male smelled her scent and realized she was a willing female. He slowly started moving on top of her. It worked! Mildred clearly remembered her aunt's loud moaning and wild orgasms every time she had sex with a catoblepas. Her pussy always got soaked when she saw it but she was always too scared to sneak in and try it herself. Now, after all this time of wondering, she was going to find out how it

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Something that crawled beneath my skin. “Whether you like it or not..." Her hand stretched toward me as her palm began to glow a dark green. "....you will come with us.” The others raised their hands as one, their palms also glowing with the same sickly dark green light. “Wait, what?!” I stumbled back, throwing my hands up. “Okay, timeout, this is officially too creepy” They didn’t listen. The air hummed with energy, thick and choking, a vibration that made my bones ache. The glow expanded, a crackling storm of venomous green. And then they cast it.

A chill creeped in that settled in my bones, biting my skin in an uneasy way. The room seemed to stretch and distort in a way I didn't understand. Suddenly, shadows appeared around me, shifting in ways that made my heart pound. I tried to move, but my feet felt rooted to the spot. A figure came from the shadows, tall and faceless, with empty eye sockets that seemed to pierce through me. My heart stuttered. I felt dread tighten in my chest as the figure slowly approached.