Majora's Mask Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I nodded and sat in the waiting chair. I looked at Doctor Milka. He seemed to be in his late forties and was wearing a black mask. I tried to catch a glimpse of his face for any sign of a scar, but there was none to be seen. I remembered that M had a scar running across his face from his left ear to the right ear, passing across his nose. But here, I couldn't see the scar or the outline of a mask. "Doctor Milka, I just came to see the famous magic doctor," I said to him politely. "I will get going now," I said, standing up and waving at him.

Aaron mourned for Mrtyu, who was most likely abducted by a phantom with a masquerade mask on his face. A devilish chuckle resonated throughout the blank walls, and Hexa's demonic terrifying visage appeared in front of Aaron's eyes to scare him away, declaring, "Bella is mine." *****

The Misha mask was entirely gone, replaced by the twitching, skeletal remains of a woman driven mad by her own pseudo-science. “What did I give you?” she whispered, a crazed, haunted giggle escaping her throat. She clapped like a child, jumping up and down and about, the shreds of hair still and stiff like they had no life. She leaned down, and the smell of copper and rot intensified from her breath, as her shark-like fangs hovered inches from my cheek. I feared she would bite me. However, she took her tongue out and gave a long lick to my cheek before adding her words, sending a bone chill that threatened to make me spill my pants.

Her stomach growled, but she pushed it away, curling up into a tight ball instead. She whispered to herself in the dark. “I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go…home. Mama…Papa.” Later, although she didn’t know how much, the door opened again. This time, the presence that entered made every hair on her body stand on end. The others bowed their heads as a taller figure strode inside. Their robe was darker, embroidered with red threads that shimmered faintly like little fire bugs. Their mask was different too, and shaped like the full face of a wolf, its mouth open in a permanent, scary snarl.

Immediately became drowsy and she knew it she had already slept off. “ That should teach you to close your big mouth “the old woman said and walked away. 2 hours later Malia’s eyes opened. She still remember where she was although she had thought that that was a very bad dream but on sighting what looked like, magic potions on the table, with the large book she knew she was in deep shit. Is anyone there Maria screamed. Then she saw the old woman coming she was glaring at her. “ You don't shut up!” the old woman walked across to her and hit her on the head with something that looks like a candle stand. Malia immediately fainted. Then two huge half werewolf half men walk into the room.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

“Completely.” But as I lay there in a cum-drenched haze, one of the masked Masters removed his mask in the shadows. It was Marcus. He smiled at me with cruel satisfaction and held up the phone. “Smile for the camera, Lila. The real show is just beginning.” The lights in the chamber dimmed. A new group of masked figures stepped out of the darkness… at least twenty more. Elias kissed my forehead softly. “Welcome to your real initiation, my love.”

Starting from Harlequin, joker, Dracula, fairy godmother, Bartholomew the scientist, Dragon King Darius, witches, vampires, pirates and other memorable icons in the shadowy room. Meagan adjusted her mask as a lady dressed in a Korean style queen mother passed by her with a smile on her face. She frowned at an alligator flirting with a peacock but soon found herself chuckling at the combination. Alligator and a proud peacock. Meagan swallowed a bit of the liquid before lowering her glass.

Maya I close my eyes for a second. With these damn masks, it’s impossible to recognize anyone. And to make it worse, every male werewolf seems to have the same broad shoulders and solid build. The mask turns everyone into a stranger. The man wears a skull mask that covers his face completely. It’s unsettling. He watches me for a moment, then finally looks away. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “Come on,” I say, tugging Ava’s hand. We weave through the crowd toward the VIP section. The music is so loud it thumps against my chest. Neon lights cut through the darkness, flashing colors across sweating bodies and moving shadows.