How To Summon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“I screwed up back then. But I’m here now. Check my office—box under the desk. Letters in there, proof. Read ‘em.” Letters? I’m curious, but I don’t trust him. “What if it’s more lies?” “Then walk,” he says, eyes steady. “But give me a shot first.” I nod, not sure, and grab my water. The yard feels smaller, the air heavy. I head inside, the note crinkling in my pocket. In my room, I pull it out, smoothing it. “Ritual under moonlight, blood to awaken,” it says, with a sketch of a wolf and a stone. My hands shake. Is this what’s stirring the beast in me?

~Emma~ I spent the rest of my day in my room preparing for the ritual. I pulverized Augusta's hair with the flame coming out of my fingernails and mixed it with some powder while chanting a spell that my grandmother taught me. I added a little oil to the powder, making a sticky paste out of the mixed ingredients. After a few minutes of chanting, I'm finally done and ready to smear the basement door with sticky paste. The door will automatically repel Augusta, producing painful vibrations and high pitch sounds harming her ear directly, causing painful headaches every time she tries to enter the basement.

The dorm room was dark except for the circle of candles flickering on the floor. Elias Crowe knelt in the center of the carefully drawn summoning circle, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The small off campus apartment smelled of old books, incense, and nervous sweat. Textbooks on demonology and forbidden occult rituals lay open around him, pages filled with notes scribbled in the margins, highlighted warnings he had mostly ignored. He had been studying the occult for months in secret. Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning.

I ask him with anxious, excited and worried about what we're going to do here, but I was also fully in this! "Yes, whenever you're ready," he says offering me and Damon his hands, we stood in a circle, I didn't know the spell to this, but he did, he got evrything ready on the floor, symbols drawn all over the room, around the beds. "Repeat after me," Lucifer says speaking the spell in latin, with the two of us repeating it a couple time, by the fourth time the bodies on the bed started to move, by the fifth time, the bodies were opening their eyes and sitting up on the bed.

Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon She uncork the bottle and let’s out a drop of blood that is in the bottle and starts chanting the words written on the scroll “O you souls, greatly majestic, behold I have come that I may see you; I open the Netherworld that I may give you another chance at life. Loom the earth once more and take whatever you fancy” Within a minute after she’s done with the chant, mist covers the cemetery and an earthquake that rocks only the cemetery ensues. Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically

I didn’t even wait until nightfall; I simply found a well-hidden spot, drew a pentagram right on the ground with a twig, cut my palm, and started the summoning. Who did I choose? Whatever would answer my call, really. Such a castle was practically guaranteed to have a few restless souls roaming its halls. There was a soul, all right. A young servant girl raped by the great-grandfather of the former duke, who had jumped off the wall after learning he had gotten her pregnant. She knew everything about the castle, and she was glad to help, in exchange for me putting her soul to rest.

Her words weave a hypnotic spell, fueling the fervor of the cult members and stoking the primal instincts within her pack. With the stage set and the moon as their witness, Sasha initiates the ritual. She guides her loyal followers through a series of incantations and symbolic gestures, invoking ancient deities and tapping into forbidden energies. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality trembles under the weight of their dark desires.

I returned the hug and opened the door for him. I sigh left my lips finally when I locked the door. Was he really not able to read the book? I jumped under the bed and take out the mysterious ancient object before my eyes. How to summon gods. the title was clear in bold. Fuck.

Malphaus, tar chun tosaigh! Cold heavy wind roared, whipping around us. (Translation: “From the dark aisles and dark nights. Let the forces hear my cry. Give to me what I ask, the master demon I seek. From the shadows and his throne, let him hear my voice and honour it. Hear me, master of doom, I Lara, priestess of high magic summon you. Come forth this hour. Grace my summon. Malphaus, come forth!”) A surge of power struck my chest, as I felt him push forward, digging out of my body with his claws. It didn't hurt.

No money, no future, nothing left except the old leather-bound book she’d stolen from that weird antique store. She knelt on the dirty carpet in the middle of the living room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. Candles burned in a crooked circle around her. She’d drawn the pentagram with her own blood from a cut on her palm, just like the book said. The symbols looked sloppy in the candlelight, but she didn’t care anymore. Desperation had eaten everything else. Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder.