Jeffrey Woods Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He then reached into the glove compartment, searching for something. A moment later, he pulled out a piece of blood-splattered paper. “Does this look familiar to you?” he asked, holding the paper out to me. “No! I wouldn’t keep something so…bloody in my glove compartment.” I took the paper from him. It contained only a single typed line: You’re not out of the woods yet. I paled and gulped. “What does it say?” Jeffrey asked, standing up beside the car. He gripped the rat in his right hand, which I tried to ignore.

★DARIUS’ POV★ Damn, that place was even worse than the stories. The Crying Woods… they weren’t kidding with the name. The air hung thick and heavy, clinging to my skin like a shroud. It reeked of stale blood, rot, and something else… despair, maybe? Twisted trees clawed at the perpetually grey sky, their branches like skeletal fingers. It was unnervingly quiet in some ways, but the silence was punctuated by sounds that made the hairs on my arms stand up – distant growls echoing through the suffocating woods, the rustle of unseen things in the undergrowth.

CARLY WOODS POV I was tired from my lack of sleep for two nights and I was also experiencing some headaches from all the crying, and screaming of the last two days. The wood was quiet except for the creepy sound of crickets and early birds that came out to pick worms. Each step I took was heavier than the last but I kept going. I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. Twigs snapped under my black sneakers' clad feet as I hastily stepped on them on my way but I didn't care if someone was out there to hear me run. I had nothing left to be afraid of, not when the worst had already happened.

Not to make him think I'm hypnotized by his putz, I responded, taking the wine from him, "Maybe." "Maybe?" He scoffed, pushing his waist closer, almost poking my face with his cock. "How about now?" He smirked, staring at me with his wolf eyes flashing. When I saw the lust roaming in his gaze, I knew for a fact that Woods was infected. "Looks like someone got himself ready for tonight," I observed the strong cravings all over his body. He's dying to have sex with me. "Too bad I'm the only doll in this room that he can insert this dick into. That's if I'll allow it."

DARK SECRET OF RIVERDALE HIGH. After coming back to school, I had a long conversation with Mr Lawrence . He wants my help to expose Mr woods and as much as that sounded simple? It was so not going to be an easy case to solve. Mr Woods is the oldest and strongest Werewolves we have, he might not be a hybrid like Veronica and a Tribrid like me? He definitely knows how to make use of his powers.. " Fine! I'll think about it".

The dark shadow suddenly flew toward Jeffrey at a rapid speed. Just as he was about to scream, the dark shadow enveloped him. Jeffrey collapsed, trembling all over, his eyes rolling back, and foam dripping from his mouth. It seemed as if he could die at any moment. However, his trembling didn't last long. After a while, he stopped shaking. Then, he slowly stood up and walked out of his tent.

Light crept through the boards on the windows as Jess laid on the bed motionless zoning into the obsess. It was becoming easier to just feel nothing and numb herself. The creep offered her some eggs and a burnt piece of toast. She remained motionless but watched as he placed it on the side table. “Come on now, you gotta be starving. At least have some water.” He lifted her up and she felt like a rag doll. She let him give her water and some of it ran down her chin, she didn’t bother to try to catch it.

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

She was the first to get to the bar, but the stench of whiskey that oozed from him was repulsive. "Holy Moses!" She exclaimed, ever so dramatically. "You look like you just stepped out of a zombie movie." She continued, her scrutinizing gaze drinking in his sorry sight. Jeffrey turned to look at her, he shrugged his shoulders before he reached for her empty glass on the table. "I would have preferred being a zombie in a world filled with zombies to my current reality. This is a much worse nightmare." He tried to drink the drop of whiskey that remained in her glass, but she seized it from his hand and dropped it beside her.

Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker. "Xylon, I can barely understand you. Can you slow down?" Jeff was just teasing. He'd understood every word. This was amazing, and he couldn't wait to tell Carr. At least now they knew they had a shot at fighting normal Werewolves. He shuddered to think what injuries he'd have to treat if they had to go up against Dire Wolves. "Guess we have news for the meeting then don't we?" Jeff was glad they didn't have long to wait, because he could barely keep from jumping out of his seat to find Carr. -----------------------