Jeffrey Woods Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Whit, whose mouth drops open. “What?” I blink. “Your eyes. Face—neck. Freak!” Kelsey lifts a trembling hand and points at me. “You’re turning into a freak!” Mrs. Whit blanches. “Oh my.” I frown, touching the spot on the side of my neck where Luca bit me. It’s hot and tender. “What?” I repeat, unable to form a more sensible, coherent comeback. “Woods is turning into a werewolf! Oooh!” Pete, from the back of the room, calls out.

Nyah growls softly in my mind. I rise, senses stretched tight. Then, footsteps. Soft. Distant. Near the stream. I move, soundless, slinking through the woods like a shadow. The wind shifts, and I catch the scent—leather and blood. I approach the stream. And I see him. Hooded figure. Sitting at the edge, tossing stones into the water. My eyes narrow. I creep closer. One more step. Just one more and I can— “You’ve got to be sneakier than that, lightning bug.”

"Exactly. What is shadow is someone we know? And he is wicked and clever enough how to circulate the evidence to play with us. We became his playthings, and he is getting a kick out of seeing everyone grieving. Clyde scoff. "This human isn't eligible to be called human after all," Dad put his hand on the table and lean his body forward, facing us. "Don't trust anyone, except us inside this room," ~~ Third Person POV Jeffrey is bitting his lower lip while playing a prn on his hand; staring at the printed photos of Everleigh, Raven, Mr. Scott, Clyde, Vince, Mike, Mr. Hunderson, Dr. Geraldine, and his father. Yes, Jeffrey is even targeting his own father.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.

He took us along a pathway which ended on the edge of a forest, turning around to grab Cassia’s unclaimed hand in his before we continued. The trees rose up high and dark above us, blocking out the sky. The hair on my arms rose up and a familiar shiver ran down my spine. I felt as if thousands of eyes were watching me from the darkness, but I was too scared to let go of Cassia’s hand to return to where we had come from. Instead, I put my faith in Dareios once again. “These are called the Nightmare woods. It’s technically part of the Darklands, but there’s a shortcut through it to the succubae village.” Dareios whispered, as if he could sense my fear and sought to calm me down.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

“But why can’t we just visit Hela's woods near Wales or Jermain mountains which fall on the way to Scotland?” “But what's wrong with Dracon, babe?” asked Alex, eyeing her with suspicion. “Umm…nothing just, I have heard highly mysterious stories about those woods. The place has been haunted for centuries and….,” she gulped, with fear, making a substantial effort to utter the rest of the sentence. “Those who have had taken a stroll in those woods or the mountain nearby have had their heads sliced and hung on top of trees,” her sentence ended, sending a massive line of shiver down my spine.

Cassie’s POV With the moon's dim lights peeking through the leaves above, darkness engulfed us like a shroud as we ventured into the dense woodland. Jeffery's fingers closed firmly around mine, pulling seductively as his big body moved over the tangled underbrush with ease and without hesitation. The only solace amid our despair was the solid pressure of his broad shoulders and the comforting stretch of muscles beneath the ripped cloth.

Glamora said while Cassie wondered what he needed the Werewolfs for but still, she didn't bother asking as the entire team walked into the readied Vans. Reed found a hard time sleeping, he was afraid that he might end up waking up somewhere in the Woods, something he thought could only happen in movies or Stories or so he thought until he had recently found himself covered in a pile of dead Bodies, a secret that he planned on burying within himself.

Candy said from the passenger seat as Jimmy gunned the jeep down a gravel road. “Wyrmwood’s a myth,” Haunter muttered behind me. “It burned out fifty years ago.” “Apparently not enough,” Cassy added grimly. I stayed silent. My mark had started pulsing again. Not just light this time—but sound. I could hear it. A faint, rhythmic hum. Like a song meant only for the damned. We arrived at dusk. The sun was melting behind the trees, bleeding orange into the horizon. Wyrmwood looked like something out of a nightmare. Houses stood half-submerged in shadow. Trees grew through roofs. Doors hung open with no hinges, like they’d been screamed off their frames.