Kirby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

It didn't ask for a blood sacrifice or a moon-blessed ritual. [USER AUTHENTICATION REQUIRED] "Iris, don't touch it," Kieran warned, reaching for my arm. "It feels... wrong. Like the void." "It’s okay, Kieran. I speak this language." I looked at the screen. Below the prompt, there was a hint: 'The first thing the slob ate before the end.' I felt a hysterical laugh bubble up in my throat. I looked at the keypad and typed: D-O-R-I-T-O-S.

" Kirby yelled, tears brimming. "I'm sorry, Carrie." Carrie muffled out an apology. Seeing Carrie had no intention of clarifying anything, Kirby grabbed her stuffed bag and walked out of the house. Carrie stood in the same spot for several minutes before her phone rang again. She took it and frowned slightly seeing it was her mother. "Kirby just found out who I am. You said she wouldn't." Carrie said as soon as the call connected. "What are you saying, Carrie? I did everything possible to keep that secret away from her."

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

They either hadn't figured out that looking into our heads for secrets would destroy them or they were seeking the fastest way to die. "I think there is a leprechaun over there," Alexis said in surprise. I didn't see the leprechaun, but I did see a monstrous Were-boar that was as big as a bull. I saw Were-bears, Were-tigers, and even a black-cloaked Superhero who used a silver dagger to lop off the heads of the Neratomay. And then I saw what was happening to the power source emanating from the center of the pentagram.

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

"Looks like you really enjoying your mission today, ah?" Cyril opened up to me after I put on the earpiece. I just got home and Ryan just left a minute a go. It's eleven o'clock tonight so my eyelids are very heavy. We didn't go home right away because of Kyro. The boy was crying when I tried to leave. "And he's really trying to invite you to their house?" He added. It is shocking to think that the demon Jacob will invite me into their house. I couldn’t help but be surprised. He was in too much of a hurry. Fortunately, I told him that my house was just across the street. When I said that, Kyro calmed down.

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.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

To the north of Elderwood Village was a swampland. This swampland was filled to the brim with various reptilian and amphibian monsters. In one section of this swampland, there was a small scale battle currently going on. In this battle, a few giant poison frogs were surrounding a werewolf equipped with a small knife. Naturally, this werewolf was Kirou.

Although Kiran was worried, he still stepped inside the house. There were bones everywhere and the smell of rotting flesh. It was truly disgusting. In a pile of bones, some kind of white bug was crawling on it. “This is the parasite of the zombie spell,” Maxwell said beside him. Kiran was not afraid. He lowered his head and pricked it with a needle. The little bug was pierced. Its body was wriggling as if it were trying to break free. Maxwell’s face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.