Jeffrey Woods Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Your name before you pass out on me?” That’s when Jeff realized she was correct the light-headedness was not going away it was getting worse. The light was not getting dimmer. He was sinking very slowly into unconsciousness. “Jeffery… Jeffery Bandor.” With that, it was lights out. ———————————————

“Mr. Lyons, the autopsy report is ready.” A colleague’s voice rang in my ears. I jerked my head up and froze at the sight of several familiar faces. “Dr. Jaffe, how many pages did you write this time?” Someone mocked me with his tone dripped with contempt. I sprang to my feet with widened eyes. When I looked at the familiar autopsy room, it hit me that I had been reborn on the very day my boyfriend’s childhood friend claimed to be a ‘corpse whisperer.’

"We're in the woods from every horror movie that's ever gone wrong." Suddenly, a skeletal deer bolted across their path, its eye sockets glowing faintly. Falcon screamed. Theodore screamed. DJ and Cameron just stood there, unfazed. "You're both pathetic," Cameron muttered. "That thing was undead!" Falcon wailed. "It had no organs! That deer was just vibes and bones!" "I can't smell anything through the ash," DJ muttered. "I've never come down this path before. I mean, this place looks different." "I read somewhere that the Bloodshed Woods changes every few months, like it shuffles everything around like a card pack. It's a way to keep the dangers contained," Cameron muttered. "How about you,

Ashley The Old Woods of Quietus had a strange air about it. It tasted a little like some age-old sadness and otherworldly evil. For some reason, when I stepped into it, I could feel the weight of the crime that had been committed there, and the pain of those who had been unfortunate enough to get caught in its darkness.

“A week ago. I know it was wrong, that I should’ve told them right away, but I was scared. They thought I was sick or something, even wanted to take me to a doctor. Dad’s got the diabetes and they thought it might be that. They had me in a corner! I—I spilled my guts. They just glared at me, like they’d been told I was dead. I was wearing my dad’s old cap at the time. I dunno. I always loved it. It’s his from when he was a kid and lived in Maine. It’s got the words I’VE GOT MOXIE written across the front, you know, like the drink. When I told them about being attacked, Dad didn’t saying nothin’, he just crossed the room and ripped the hat right off my head. I wish he’d yelled at me instead,

It's like a light switch flips for him sometimes and then he's a completely different creature Continue reading... Cheyenne Jan 2015 Werewolf I heard a howling in the woods, freezing me right where I stood. That sound: it turned my blood to ice I knew he'd hunt me this full moon night. Great, big footsteps pounding near; Their deadly echo resonating with fear. His heavy breathing reeked of blood and thirst. I knew right then, I was in for the worst. I clutched my throat

A deep feeling of revulsion grew within him as he turned to stare at the flesh and bile that’d scattered all around the room. A thud sounded after Jeffrey’s lifeless body collapsed on the cold floor. His head had been blown off. Everyone in the room stared in horror at Jeffrey as he lay on the floor beneath his pool of blood. Blood and whitish fluid trickled from his neck. Something hanging from the ceiling caught the corners of Derik’s eyes and he glanced up. He became terrified at the sight of a cloaked skeleton-like creature clinging to the ceiling. The creature wore a dark hooded garment that had many tears on it, making its dress resemble a rag. It used its arms and feet to hold on to t

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

The forest itself had become alive with an unnatural energy, feeding on their suffering, growing stronger as each new victim added to its power. By the 2000s, the urban legends surrounding WildWood had reached their peak. The story of the “lost camp” near Terrell State Hospital became a dare for teenagers, a rite of passage to prove their bravery — or foolishness. But those who went never returned, their bodies found weeks later, twisted and deformed, their minds shattered beyond recognition. Ben, Dylan, Mark, and the others were just a few of the many victims, and though they had fought to survive, they had not truly escaped. The spirits of the woods were still there, lurking in the trees,