Long Horse Creepypasta Novels & Stories

It was no longer human. A massive, mottled horse cock jutted out proudly, easily fourteen inches long and thicker than her wrist, with a wide, flared head already drooling thick, ropey strands of pre-cum. A heavy medial ring bulged halfway down the veined shaft. Beneath it swung a pair of huge, heavy balls, churning visibly as if producing an endless supply of seed. Sophie’s mouth went dry. Her heart raced. But the curse wasn’t done with her.

Kicking off my shoes I place my feet in the water as I turn to back to my mate. "Do not touch any of the horses you see. They are known to drag a person down to the depths to drown. This river make look small but these creatures control all waters" I warn her as she steps closer. My words halt her steps as she eyes the water more carefully now. As I turn back to face it, I see the shape of a horse starting to form above the vortex.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

I grab Lyrics' hand ready to get her out of here and chance a look back at Senko. He sits upon his beast laughing manically. Arms spread open yelling “Welcome!” Welcome? Welcome what? That’s when from the chasm, pours creatures I have only read about. Fairytale beings spoken in folklore. Horses of black with eyes of blood. Fire puffs from their nostrils and they gallop through the rip in time. Horns three feet long adorn their cranium, and they take to the battlefield stabbing shifters with their knotted spike. Humanoid beings crawl and jump from the opening. Deamon dogs more harrowing than those of Senko’s beasts pour through. Coated with black skin and eyes just as red and demonic.

The beautiful and quiet moon suddenly passes rays that land on him. Alexander turned aghast at the mystical happening. He wasn't yet out of the shock and the moon disappears gradually to form a celestial sketch in the sky. His lips part going appalled living the heavenly experience. The hairs on his body stood up and then he could hear the words of the occult power astounded to believe his own ears.

A show in the city is very interesting, I want to see it soon because that's why I smiled. "We have to be faster, yes I don't want to disappoint you. We'll be late, sooner! " said Akira aloud. "Yes, right!" I answered. I never thought of Akira's words. What Akira said was to give orders to the coachman at the front. The horse that is pulling this chariot is a vampire, a vampire creature. The horse of the dark. As soon as the coachman who was also a vampire gave the order to his horse to run fast. The horse of darkness did so until the end of this journey. This horse carriage arrived quickly at the vampire city, the destination.

“Anytime, worm, if that ditz is you.” “You're not a horse, Samael.” “I'm hung like one.” “Shut up!” I burst out of the car, running mad-dash for the house. His cackles followed after me. The back door was unlocked. I burst through the screen door, shivering in the drawing room of our crumbling manor house. Kicking off my shoes, I peered through the bay window. A speck shone in the sky. “Creep,” I spat. “Vile, filthy creep.”

Hendrik must have noticed too, because he squeezes my hand and walks faster. But then, the arachnia swoops down and tries to snatch Caramel from the ground. The horse whinnies and starts to kick around, nearly hitting my stomach. I let out a scream when I see it sinking its mandibles into Caramel’s neck, while the poor thing still tries to struggle. Blood spurts from the punctures, and the arachnia buries its face into the source of the blood until I see Caramel’s body shrink. I run forward to save the horse, but Hendrik pulls my arm and starts to steer me away from the scene, sprinting towards the other end of the sewers until we’re out.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

“Here, I only wrote the vibes.” “That sounds… worse,” Jax said. “It might be,” I admitted. The fairy lights strung along the nearest support posts flickered. Not in sync with the calliope, not with any normal electrical rhythm. They shivered and popped like fireflies having seizures, casting jumpy, stuttering shadows across the planks. As we moved forward, the carousel creaked. A row of horses faced outward, frozen in mid‑rear, chipped paint, and exposed wood, giving them a mange‑ridden look. Their glass eyes followed us as we passed, reflections warping in their glossy surfaces.