Goofy Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

But his grip remained firm, forcing me to trace the cool bone as his hands guided mine to the hollows beneath his brow. “Feisty, aren't you?” he laughed harshly. “Sure I am,” I spat through gritted teeth, fighting my disgust. “Can I have my hands back now, please? Jeeze, how do necrophiliacs find this attractive-” He pressed my index fingers under the hollows of his eyes, shutting me up as I squealed in disgust. Shocked, instead of finding maggots or rotten brains, I felt warm skin beneath the skull, as if...

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.

One of them, slurring his words, muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch, but the tone was unmistakably lewd and the rest cackled like hyenas ready to devour me. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone by this time of the night? You’re basically inviting the inevitable, darling.” One of the men slurred in a wide toothed grin, exposing a set of yellowed teeth. “And lucky for you, we’re in a good mood to grant you your wish.” One of the men came even closer and caressed a creepy hand over a stray curl of my hair, breathing out heavy alcoholic fumes and I shuddered in absolute disgust and terror, “What you like to wish for, sweetheart?”

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.

Many of the fae are as grotesque as they are colorful. Bright vivid green skin that oozed something that was best not to look too closely at. Or step in. That is reinforced when a kobold walks through the trail and gets stuck firmly in the sludge as the ooze moves up its leg. Lumps so numerous over a stooped back that you could only see the head because of the eyeshine reflected from the torches and candles scattered throughout the room. I can almost hear the grating of the stones against each other as the creatures turn to us. That nails on the chalkboard sound, though the shiver down my spine is from more than just the sound. That hungry look in the thing’s eyes isn’t helping.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

The Creeper Mia strolled toward the campus café, earbuds in, coffee in hand, when she noticed something weird. A guy—tall, brown-haired, expensive-looking—was lingering near the main quad, half-hidden behind a tree like some kind of amateur detective. She stopped, narrowed her eyes, and yanked out her earbuds. Creepy. Very creepy. Without hesitation, she walked straight up to him. “Alright, creeper, what the hell are you doing?” The guy flinched slightly but then turned, flashing a dazzling grin. “Ah. Busted.” Mia folded her arms. “So, you admit you’re being a weirdo?”

With the hundreds of corpses littering the floor of the Crawfords' council hall, it was truly a sight of gruesome macabre. And yet, the elders remained calm, with Skye still strumming her zither as well. When the apprentices of the Crawford clan almost dozed off completely, Alea's scarlet lips parted as she breathed, "Go, my little babies." In a split second, black goo oozed out from beneath her feet. Even the hotheaded Jax shuddered when he saw the black goo spread and rapidly cover the corpses, devouring everything clean.