Hoodie Masky Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

I can't be more grateful for her honesty. I sigh, taking myself in one last time. “Let's get going.” “Not yet,” Wendy says, sliding her hand into her handbag. She pulls out two masks and hands me one. “It's a casual masquerade.” I take the black-and-silver bat-shaped mask and slide it over my eyes, excitement bubbling in my chest as Wendy slips on her colourful butterfly-shaped one. “Now let's get going!” she shouts. We scurry out of the room and across the parking lot. I slide into the backseat of Maxwell's Honda Civic while Wendy takes the passenger seat.

An aroma of lilies and disinfectants filled the air. Then I saw him. I thought it was one of the dead at first. There was a figure waiting at the end of the hall. His height was imposing, statuesque. His black hoodie was pulled down over his face. On his face was a white mask, blank except for two black eyeholes. He did not move. My breath caught. “Hello?” No response. I inched ahead. The motion sensor light came on above. The figure turned his head, almost imperceptibly, like a curious animal.

"Gonna come inside you, mark you." "Yes," I whimpered, clinging tight. The orgy roared around us, but we were everything. With a deep groan, he buried himself, pulsing hot inside me. "Take it all," he rasped. We stayed locked, breaths heavy, until he set me down. Cum trailed down my thigh like a dirty secret. He fixed his pants, mask still on, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "Happy Halloween," he whispered, fading into the crowd.

The shorter child removed her hood and smiled happily, “Hey, Mommy! It’s me!” “Huh? What are you guys doing?” “Happy Halloween, Miss Brown!” At that point, everyone in costumes removed their masks and hoods. Alice recognized that they were all her neighbors in the building. Alice, surprised, touched her forehead and said, “What are you doing?” Mona, Alice’s neighbor, approached her at that moment. She was dressed up as a Corpse Bride and wore black lipstick. She said with a smile, “Are you terrified? It’s our Halloween event, and we are scaring everyone who comes home after dark. Let me tell you, you are not the only one who scared by us.”

He didn’t even want to see me until today and held me as if I was the most precious dog in the world. I knew it was all for show, whoever was inside that door, he wasted to show them he was incharge and it freaked me out so bad. He nodded at his men as they threw the door open and we stepped into the room. My eyes widened at the crowd in The room as I took in how pretty everyone looked and how attractive the hall was. The music stopped as I tightened the mask on my face I had put on, on my way down here. It was a masquerade party and everyone appeared to be in a mask.

Maya was indeed a friend We had walked until we were facing a small door that looked like it led to a little drug store. “What is this?” I asked. “The club. The club. It’s an underground club. They’re having the most anticipated masked party tonight. I bet you’ve never been to an underground club.” “I don’t have anything to wear.” “You literally have a dress in and It’s a masked party. No one will see your face, or know it’s you that wore a hideous dress to a party. Let’s get you a mask.” she said, “Let loose, baby.” We got our masks and went Inside. Everywhere I looked, someone was touching someone. High heels, dark corners, mouths on necks.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”