Kirby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

She sees it too. Tattoo-Creep laughs, the sound loud and ugly in the small room. He winks at Kiara — actually winks — then saunters out like he just delivered a pizza instead of a broken human being. The door slams. The lock clicks again. Silence. Thick. Suffocating. Neither Kiara nor I move. We just stare at each other with wide, unblinking owl eyes. Because lying on the filthy wooden floor, bleeding into the cracks, is someone who came back from the grave. Or hell. Or whatever place poor choices lead to.

“ How did you know about that? Did he tell you?” Mr creepy shook his head, “ he didn't, and he didn't even need to because we, the close ones to him, noticed that something was off with him, we just didn't know what was wrong with him, not until he started posting on his stories that he was looking for a guy named Dante”. “ Are you fucking serious? He posted it on his story?” I asked and he nodded, “ that's crazy”. Mr creepy; oh gosh, please don't mind me, Gabriel chuckled softly, lowering down his head to cover his mouth in laughter, giving me the full leverage to tactfully look at his hair which was already balding for such a young man.

My knees were jelly already, shaking like leaves on a windy Autumn day. Even blinking became a chore. I tried to retreat carefully, but knew it was useless. It had seen me already. It was looking at me. Finally, it came out, and the light of my dying candle brought out its features. The Cryogen. A gasp left me. It felt like it had jumped right out of the painting. How could…? How could I be facing such? Was it a dream? My breath began to come out in shallow gasps, and my weak legs managed to take a step back, only to crash into something. It fell and I stepped on it, with a sickening crunch.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

BACK AT BLACKRIDGE After tossing and turning for hours, I finally drifted off. And then the nightmare came, again. This time, it was different. More confusing. I was standing in a creepy forest, the kind that made your skin crawl. In front of me was a huge wolf. But its eyes—blue and humanlike stared into mine. “Please, Kyra, help me. My father’s going to kill me... please,” it whimpered, tears rolling down its face. I froze. My chest ached watching it cry. I’d never seen a wolf cry before, but this one felt... familiar. Dear. I looked around, the place was Kyratth.

You will only get hurt," said Kyra. Tyler laughed. They went through the hallway, where Halloween designs were on every corner back then. Kyra smiled as she watched the props the committee put up. "What happened to incubus and succubus? Are they gone? Because it's like they just turned into dust from what you did, and then they went with the wind." said Tyler.

The Abyss pulsed around them like a living heartbeat, black tendrils curling and snapping at Kiran and Lucien, seeking cracks in their resolve. Every step forward was met with a whisper soft, insidious, like someone leaning into their minds and feeding on their fears. The air itself smelled of despair, thick and metallic, burning at their lungs with every breath.

asked leader Alan and peeked a bit at the bookshelf . ' Kiara ?!....He calls her by her name directly ?! ' thought Eskylrious annoyed . " No ! I am not interested in knowing . " said Kiara bluntly which left leader Alan a bit surprised . " Why ?! " asked leader Alan surprised . " Recently , I just learned that vampires actually exist and I became the bride of the leader of vampires . These two shocks were enough shocks for my whole life to experience . Knowing that there are other different creatures around , seriously , my brain will be drained out by trying to understand the mess in which I am in . " said Kiara with a serious tone .