Goofy Creepypasta Novelas e Histórias

I wonder what you feel like under me. He licked his lips and stepped closer. The chat erupted. [This guy is gross. He will even harass monsters!] [Honestly, most SSS dungeon monsters are hideous. Anyone would react like this after meeting a cute ghost girl.] [She’s not getting away. I know him. He’s ranked 23rd on the leaderboard. He’s good, but he’s also famous for being a creep.] [I don’t think I wanna watch this anymore. Ghost girl, run!] [You’re feeling sorry for a monster now? Well, I’ve never seen people do it in a dungeon. My pants are off. Showtime!]

Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

Harper smirked at me. “Clurichaun sweat.” The creature said. I started to heave and gag. “It…It’s WHAT?!” Harper busted out laughing. I rolled off the table and crawled to a bucket toward the corner of the room. I feel like I am going to throw up. I could literally feel my face turning green when the Fastachee thing sprinkled something on me, and the sick feeling left. Wow, she does know what she is doing. I look around and I am in a room that I can’t even stand-up in. Harper is short, and I don’t think she can stand in here. “Are we underground?” I asked.

The monster releases her with a jerk. There was purgatory cry from him which sounded like an evil's discord. "I began to smell my own filth. Worms began to eat my flesh. I felt disgusted of my existence." A hard slap felt on Amara's cheek but there was nobody found. The girl who she had seen earlier disappeared. Suddenly everything went normal in the room. There was no milk seen on the floor. The room was clean and tidy. Though it was only for a moment Amara breathed a sigh of relief. She heard a knock at the door and the same girl from earlier walked in. Amara was sitting on her bed quivering with terror. She gripped the bedsheet tight in her fists. "Wha what is your name?"

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

Chloe went first, and I followed. "By the way," she said as we walked, "the ghosts in the basement are a bit special. They're not as friendly as your 'roommates'." "Oh?" "They attack your mind with illusions," she said, glancing back at me. "They make you see your deepest fears." "Sounds fun." We soon reached the basement. It was definitely different from upstairs. The air was thick with the smell of rot, and strange mold grew on the walls. "This is it," Chloe said, pointing to a room at the far end. "The legendary secret room."

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

he moaned in a halting voice as he felt me spew my goo over him. "The Beast appreciates your capitulation!" He collapsed on top of me but continued to fuck me relentlessly. I glanced at the television and saw his evil-looking clown face on my shoulder as I felt his mouth on my neck. Outside the Halloween wind continued to wail. This creepy old house creaked and groaned so much I thought it was about to collapse in on us. Whether that happened or not I knew I wouldn't live to see the next day. I just accepted what was happening.

But the pain didn’t exist there, moreover her hands were placed at the center of her chest between her heart and mana core. Her body started to transform, turning into an inhuman monster that was described by rumors as the “Mist Creeper” a being that could not be defeated with just blade and magic. The Mist Creeper was notorious for devouring adventurers and removing their sanity. But it was supposedly only rumors told by adventurers to look better or to give themselves something to boast about, up until they saw the real thing. Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.