Luigi Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I didn't answer right away so he turned me away. "What?" I asked in disbelief.. But he quickly got out of the House. I was left in disbelief at his behavior. Luigi suddenly called my phone so I answered it. "Hello?" "Where are you? Let's meet. I want to share something." Luigi said seriously on the other line. "I'm at home. Where?" my answer. "Meet me at Everlasting Park. Can you come, now?" asked Luigi. I nodded my head. Then I took care of myself and quickly left the Mansion. I took my car and drove to the Park. I found Luigi there with a soda and chips.

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

141. LUTHER I go limb like a corpse, and Marlon notices immediately. "Hey, hey, what's the matter? Are you okay?" He lifts my chin. I swallow a heavy gulp as I nod and force a smile. I don't have the heart to tell him how ruined we are right now. I look through the small glass gap in the door, and her angry face is gone. Was I hallucinating because of how paranoid I was? Or did Bernice of all people see Marlon and I?

She didn’t want to look like a ripe tomato the same way Viola currently did. “And you who’s been looking at everyone like a leering old pervert?” Luigi coughed awkwardly and avoided everyone’s gaze. “I was only observing everyone, I wasn’t leering,” Romeo coughed out a word that sounded like ‘creep’ That made everyone laugh, including Enzo who was acting like he had deleted all of his emotions from his body. “I’m not a creep!” Luigi hissed and then downed his glass of orange juice and then hissed again.

Just as I thought Lily was about to fall asleep she asked the question I was dreading. “Creed… you never told me why you walked out of here so suddenly this morning,” she says, rolling her body to face me. “I- I had a nightmare,” I start to say, “it turned out to be a vision. I was scared- I didn’t want to scare you, or add to your shoulders. You’re the mother of my children- I couldn’t add any more stress onto you,” I look away, trying to build the courage to keep going, “there was a hooded figure… Behind him were piles of bodies and the ground was painted in blood. I spoke to Glenda and she said to trust in Hunter. He said it was a vision, that war is coming.”

Someone slipped in. An instant, nauseating stench hit me. Wet earth, wild beast, and old blood. The reek of a werewolf. The footsteps were light and hesitant, filled with guilt, as they approached my bed. It was Lucius. He was carrying a tightly wrapped bundle. Even through the thick blanket, I could hear a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper. It was the monster Lilith had birthed. Lucius held his breath, tiptoeing to my bedside.

I groan at my tense muscles already starting to recover from the impact. Lupar takes control, and I shift flawlessly following the miniscule traces of blood and… eeww, is that slime? Lupar curls his nose in disgust, almost sneezing, trying to clear the smell from his nose. About 30 feet past the tree, I found him. Good ole' Dickhead Larry, at the base of a tree clearly covered in… HIM. His crumbled body twitching as the last of his nervous system fights to keep him alive, but the devastating way the top right side of his head is caved in tells me he isn't going to make it. Lupar growls as the vicious ghoul finally starts to lose his grasp on his human form, revealing the vile monster he trul

Zena passed her on the second floor and rolled her eyes but said nothing. Rylee didn’t have it in her to throw shade tonight. Not with the ache in her ribs from Maribella’s fists still blooming and the memory of Cartier’s voice slinking through her skull like smoke. She reached her door, turned the key, stepped inside…and stopped cold. Luigi was already there. Sitting on her bed, legs crossed like he owned the damn mattress, chewing a toothpick like it was a cigar. She straightened instantly, jaw clenching. “Seriously? You breaking into rooms now?”

I was really hungry and I was at ease knowing Mia was in a mental care facility, away from my family and my mother too I can't help but get a hunch she was working with my mother . After lunch Luigi lived up to his promise and we had a mich needed afternoon filled with playing games . He was staying over so we decided to call Carl and make it an epic night in . Carl also came with food and no alcohol . I needed to stay clean and deal with my messed up self properly and not dependent on any substances to either take off the edge or make me forget . Before I called it a night ; I took my phone and dialled a number I felt the urge to dial. I concealed my number and sent out the call .

The weight of last night lingered like an unfinished thought, refusing to dissolve no matter how I tried to push it away. Luca Del Vicchio was more imposing up close than I’d imagined—calm, controlled, and watching me like a predator deciding whether to pounce. The sharp flicker of suspicion in his eyes replayed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t afford to ignore. I wasn’t sure what unnerved me more: the danger he represented or the fact that part of me wasn’t afraid.