Hoodie Masky Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Megat replied. “I don’t have to answer any of your questions.” “Same here. Hah!” Megat broke off the interlocked; they were both pushed back a bit. “Grr! You had just interfered out of nowhere! Do you know who I am?!” Crone shouted. “As a matter of fact I do, but I don’t give a damn. You’re not gonna get away. Mode change, [Jolly].” Megat’s mask suddenly changed. From an empty mask with only eyes and stripes, the eyes’ shape changed into upward facing crescents and formed a smile on the mouth area, a smiley face.

Someone stepped inside. I froze. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt, black and frayed at the sleeves. But what made bile rise in my throat wasn’t his clothes. It was his mask. He—she, whoever—wore a white Grim Reaper mask. There were hollow eyes that swallowed the light whole. That skull’s jaw frozen mid-sneer gave me the creeps of my life. And I was a thread close to passing out again. But then, my body didn't let me. Instead, my blood went cold enough to ache.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

" A few guests began to notice peculiarities at the party, but the majority of guests did not appear concerned. As their enthusiasm increased, they continued drinking, dancing, and laughing, as they had been doing up until that point. As the scent spread throughout the room, it grew increasingly alluring. While dancing, someone appeared to step on what appeared to be a dead body. This resulted in the individual letting out a loud scream. As time passed, so did the remainder of them. "Aaaaaaaaa!" The entire room gave off the impression of being fraught with unease. Everyone became terrified and hysterical. The cacophonous sound of hell was produced by combining various sounds, including sobs,

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

“We need to know the theme. If it’s crowded and we don’t match the vibe, we won’t blend in.” “I’ll text Mateo,” Haley said quickly. “He can check the flyers or the event site.” Jasmine kept going. “We’ll need masks. Full face. Nothing memorable. And something that lets us carry bags without looking suspicious.” “Like trick-or-treat bags,” I said. “Or props,” she replied. “Cauldrons, candy sacks—whatever fits the theme.” Haley’s phone dinged. “It’s called Underworld Night. Some kind of Greek mythology thing.”

He flipped me over onto my back, hiking my legs up over his shoulders so he could see exactly where we were joined. "Look at that," he panted, his obsidian mask looking down at me like a god. "You're a mess. My friend's cum on your face, and my cock buried in your pussy. You like being our toy, don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, my hands reaching out to touch the smooth surface of his mask. "Please... please don't stop."

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

I swear my heart stopped beating for a quick second and my eyes widened in shock as I tried to breath and not freak out about this human. His face is not visible because it is covered by the cap of his hoodie and his lower mouth is hidden with the same black mask with a skull on it. He looks like freaking serial killer and I am ready to run the hell away from me. But as soon as I take one step away he extends his tongue forward between my steps resulting in me tripping. I fell down on the hard floor with A loud thud and my back hurts. I want to cry in pain but it goes ignored as I look up at him, his head leaned down at me.