Jeffrey Woods Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I was expecting a tall demon Armageddon style but a humanoid figure stepped into the house. I shuddered, not from the cold but at the sight of the most disgusting thing I have ever seen – it looked like an unfinished man, missing mouth and nose, and having its skeletal bones for body while its flesh were its insides. Yet enough without a mouth, it managed to roar out my name. “Phoebe Woods.”

With trembling fingers, he touched the back of his head, sensing the sticky warmth of his own blood before succumbing to the consuming darkness. Lucas swiftly gathered Mr. Woods' unconscious body and carried him outside, where a sleek black Opel Vivaro van sat idling, awaiting their departure. Placing Mr. Woods within, Lucas climbed into the vehicle, and the driver, aware of the urgency, sped away into the night, leaving behind no trace of their presence.

Nicole told her nonchalantly, her eyes were fixed tightly upon the article she was reading on her computer. “but I think it is a bit weird, you know.” Josephine uttered, “building so much interest in this ‘werewolf’ thing which is quite ridiculous but I just want to know what drove you into all of this,” Josephine said. There was a pause from both ladies for a while, Nicole not knowing what to say as she looked at Josephine. Whereas Josephine's probing eyes, could cause someone to spill a secret. “I do not know, honestly… maybe it was a random story online, I have no idea,” she told Josephine whereas Nicole just found out that she was a werewolf but there was no way she could tell Josephine

Our fingers tangled on the rail—and our eyes widened at the same time. At the end of the lower hallway, Lucille’s bedroom door clicked open. Jeffery crept out on his tiptoes, shoes clutched in one hand, looking around like a criminal. He took three steps before his eyes drifted upward and locked onto us. Jeffery let out a high-pitched shriek, nearly dropping his boots. “Holy shit! Why are you two standing there like creepy twins from a horror movie?” My grip on his hand tightened. “Joffery. Why the fuck are you sneaking out of my Lucille’s room at seven in the morning?”

Even his meals tasted blandder than usual. Jeffrey lay in his dingy little cot at night, fearful chills still running through his body as he tossed and turned. When exhaustion finally swept across Jeffrey, a sudden rustling noise rang out. It was only a short distance away from him. It was an incredibly soft noise. Jeffrey wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for his years of experience as a mercenary. Just as Jeffrey was about to get out of bed, a sharp breeze aimed right at his back struck. He tried to dodge it, but it was still too late.

She was a legend people either feared or pretended not to know. And Blackwood had witches. Hybrid, lunatic, chicken-blooded witches who could sniff secrets out of bones and dreams. “Vivienne Moreau,” he called, voice sharper now, and deliberate. “Open the damn door.” Yep. That was it. Funeral bells. End credits. Roll the fucking montage. I can see my family calling me to join them in hell. “Damn you, Atlas Blackwood,” I muttered under my breath, pacing once, twice, then stopping dead.

“I’ve never heard anything like it.” Silence fell again, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves. It was Violet who finally spoke, her voice low, threaded with fear. “Something lurks in these woods. Not witchcraft, not wolf, not vampire. Something else. Something we’ve never faced before.” The scream came again, closer this time. Then silence, as if the night itself held its breath. Deep in the blackness of the forest, the shadow soul fed, slipping into the skin of another victim. —

And then the creature was consuming him while his heart stuttered to stay alive and his mind cried out for another chance. All around him the ghosts of the women he had raped and killed, the men Walter had encouraged him to torture, floated into his mind. The rain beat down on his upturned face. The creature dropped him into the mud with a sickening thud. Jeff squirmed, tried to crawl, turned his head to see a wolf approaching from the timberline. He tried to make a sound, but there was only a gasping wheeze. Zendedari crouched down and looked him in the eye, completely dispassionate, watching the glaze creeping into the depths of Jeff’s staring eyes. "You go to a hell you deserve, human," h

We were halfway there when I looked over at Emery who was as silent as a church mouse. This wasn’t like him and I could smell the nervousness rolling off of him. “Hey man, what’s got you so damn quiet?” I nudged him with my elbow. He blinked a few times as his brown eyes scanned the road and both hands gripping the wheel so tight I could see the white in his knuckles, “I’m just a little tense after seeing those pictures. We have seen some pretty nasty shit, dude, but that was,” he stopped and shook his head, “fucked.” I turned back to the road and the images of the body flashed in my head. I shivered, “Yeah, it definitely makes you wonder what the hell are really in these woods.” I looked to

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.