Luigi Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I held my top in place as I tried to cover myself as best as I can while Luigi, slowly walked towards me, with the creepy smile plastered on his face again. "Nowhere to go, Cathy!" He said to me as he stood tall in front of me. He squatted down leveling his face to mine and I closed my eyes in defeat. Is this happening to me? Am I going to lose myself to this creep? I wanted to fight, I wanted to scream at him, but it was like my body just shut down. I couldn't do anything but pray that this was all a dream and that I'll wake up soon and this nightmare will be over.

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

I stated. Lorry facepalmed herself and that when I looked behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was the guy that was talking to Ms. M, and I didn't know how to react. Was he lucifer? Because if so, then I am screwed and if he isn't then I don't know because my heart is beating a hundred miles per hour. I looked at Sweety, and she gave me the looked that confirmed my suspicion. "Sorry, sir." I gave a kind smile at said, don't fire me.

My heels echo on the concrete floor, each step making me feel more and more out of place. Perhaps Papà wasn't as rich as them. Or didn't see the need for these weapons. Cause I don't. Luigi finally stops, turning to face me. “You okay?” I almost laugh. The absurdity of the question catches me off guard. “Do I look okay?” I snap. To my surprise, he doesn’t snap back. Instead, he studies me for a moment with an unreadable expression. “You’ll get used to it,” he says finally. “Get used to what? This?” I gesture wildly at the room, at the walls bristling with instruments of death.

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

Luigi watched them before finally going to another room where an old man was watching TV and eating fried chicken. “Dad, I told you not to eat too much fried chicken!” The old man, none other than Alessandro Ravelli, ignored his son. He was laughing out loud at the horror series that was showing the terror of ghosts. “Look, the ghost looks so cute! The makeup is so unnatural.” Luigi let out a long sigh. “Someone just came to see me.” “Who?” Alessandro asked. “Nicolo De Luca.” Old Ravelli turned his head. His gaze was full of interest. “Did he come here for the annual gathering in New York?”

Then I turned and looked at Luigi, who had been watching me the whole time. "Red roses look great," I said softly. His fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little. Ash fell onto his shirt, burning a small hole through the fabric. As he took in my smile, the fear in his heart intensified. He would rather see me lose control, rushing up to stab Irina twice, than see me in this state. Late that night, the drug took effect. Luigi fell into a deep sleep. I rose quietly, slipping into the study like a ghost. The massive safe glinted coldly in the dark. I entered the password, which was my birthday.

Lucian hesitated but when the temperature in the room suddenly went up, he was forced to turn and look at the Lamia, a deadly glare on his face. Lucian stopped himself from cringing hard. Hideous was too nice to use on this creature and when a blob of almost dried blood escaped its mouth, Lucian retched and hurried into the bathroom adjoining his study. He locked the door behind him and puked out all he had for breakfast that morning.

This place creeped me out. Mama Delphine sat in her crooked chair, stirring a pot that smelled like pepper and old stories. Her sister, Marie, sat opposite, eyes open, soul gone. Breath went in and out, but there was no one home. I wanted out of here yesterday, but all I could do was wait for Lucian and try to block out the swamp witch’s mutterings. “The swamp gone quiet,” Mama said, voice low. “Dat mean de dead listenin’ again. When dey listenin’, somethin’ wicked fixin’ to walk.”

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.