Jeffrey Woods Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I asked quietly. Cynthia swallowed hard before nodding. “Yes,” she whispered. “Can’t you see? She’s blue.” A cold chill ran through me. The rule echoed loudly in my head. Do not enter the woods. And now, someone was dead. And whatever killed her… wasn’t human, or werewolf, what's that?

The door creaked open. Jeffrey walked in carrying a bloody chunk of meat that was still warm. He handed it to me. “It’s deer.” I blinked. “You went hunting by yourself?” He shrugged. “I’ve hunted alone since I was fourteen.” We roasted it over a small fire. Silence enclosed us, thick and heavy. The only sounds were crackling flames and distant wolf howls. I chewed slowly, stomach twisting. My gaze drifted to Jeffrey’s torso, exposed because he had ripped his shirt apart to bandage me.

Then let's just walk around. We walked around the forest. I saw birds, but I didn't dare to kill another animal. Jeffrey, do - There was a long howl throughout the forest. What was - Then, following that, there was a loud screech. Pure Vampires. Jade Louise, run!!! Jeffrey said. Jeffrey started running. I was really confused. Jeffrey, what - I'll explain later!! My heart raced. Then I heard a screech come closer to me. My heart pounded. I dared myself to turn my head a little and look. My heart stopped. It was nothing like the vampire that I'd seen the other day in the forest.

Although my feelings were already a thing of the past to me, the agonizing pain of being torn apart by zombies was still etched deep in my soul. Out of the blue, Jeffrey jumped out of bed and began frantically searching for something. He rummaged through every corner, even under the bed. In the end, he found a metal box, which I had kept hidden for three years, in a crack in the bricks in a corner. He smashed the lock open, and a stack of hospital reports fell out, along with a half-written will. I watched as he flipped through each and every report. The very final one wrote, "Multiple organ failure due to unknown causes. Estimated life expectancy: Less than a month."

She sat on her bedroom floor with her back against the door and her phone screen washing blue light across her face, typing search after search with fingers that still hadn't fully stopped trembling. Giant black wolves Blackwood Forest. People seeing monsters in the woods. Wolves that talk. Nothing. A decade-old forum thread about hikers going missing, half the replies mocking the other half for believing it. A handful of grainy videos exactly like the one she'd laughed at hours earlier, filed under conspiracy and urban legend and things sad people believe, comment sections full of crying-laughing emojis. Nothing that looked like what she'd seen. Nothing that explained a word, spoken low and

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

I laugh. Soon my laugh fades and I sit quietly for the remainder of the ride. After church Malika, Blake, and I go out to eat. I enter and greet the bartender Phillip. He says hello but he's engrossed with this news story. Deep Woods campsite had two gruesome murders last night. A father and son camping by the lake were dragged from their RV and mauled. "Oh my God! We were there last night!" I gasp. Phillip turns facing me saying, "That's crazy! There are no bears or lions in Deep Woods! What in God's name could've done that?"

A painted porch swing creaked as the breeze picked up. I wonder where Aarav’s room is. He peered around the house to see if there were any windows with the lights on inside. And what if they are? he thought, knowing he was being foolish. It’s late. Not like you’ll be getting an invitation to come in. The light in the upstairs room turned off, and that was enough for Jeff. This is ridiculous, he realized. It’s late. Go home. Before he could leave, the crinkle of dead leaves behind him sent fear trailing up his spine. A hand reached through the darkness and grabbed him.

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

Jay pressed Angeline's head into his arms and coaxed her, saying, "Listen to me, don't look." Jenson walked up to the corpse. He was a germaphobe like his dad, so he took a paring knife from the coffee table and gently cut through Madam Charlotte's clothes. Even through the thin layer of clothing, it was clear that there were worms squirming inside the corpse. "What is this?" Jenson wondered. Just then, Grand Old Master Ares arrived with Baby Robbie by his side. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Madam Charlotte's corpse in the living room and the creatures squirming inside her body.