Majora's Mask Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“Arnie, Archie, let’s go. We need to find seats separate from each other. Sit close to a rogue. Make nice. Mind link if you get any leads. I can work with even the smallest details. DON’T cause any trouble. DON’T shift until we get outside.” “Yes, Beta.” They say in unison and spread out toward the makeshift bleachers. I sit quietly, observing the rowdy crowd. Dina is right. There are a lot more creatures hiding their faces under hoods or wearing masks than in the past. More of the crowd remains in humanoid form too. Tree sprites with bark for skin huddle together. Salamanders let flames lick over their bodies while they get drunk from flasks of gasoline. A creature wearing a mask looks huma

I struggled to free myself , kicking violently into the air, shouting for help, but , I couldn't break free. The huge masked figure held onto me , pulling me violently while I screamed so loudly I felt like my lungs will burst. Suddenly, the figure tore off his mask to reveal a double face; part Kyl and part Zarvier. I screamed in terror crying profusely. Mala's voice tore through the horrific nightmare, I could hear it now, although distant.

“But you can save yourself and get what you want if you help us destroy a monster.” “What monster?” Justin asked. “The crow.” Lelia said. Earnestine stared at her, she felt there was something off about this witch but she couldn't tell. Claus was sitting on his desk with his arms folded while Marcus was standing close to him. Wendy had returned to his seat while Marcus was attempting to prove her wrong. “Marcus Mordecai. Go on, prove her wrong. Hagen's left Weston Hills or he was murdered by a witch or some sort of vampiric creature.” Claus chuckled. Marcus steadied his gaze on Wendy before speaking out.

Xavier asked, even I just heard that word. "Ah, you don't know?" Señorita Marisa asked us a question to which we just nodded. “The Pessoa Mas are the Fantasians who made a deal with the traitorous Deus, Deus Lucifero. They are also the conquerors of different kingdoms. Oh come on and you might be late for the exam." Señorita Marisa's story to us, we weren't there, together with the nanny who entered the hall. That's why we walked to the tree... When we arrived in front of the tree, Señorita Marisa suddenly closed her eyes and raised her two hands...

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

Alex and Jade tried too but to no avail as if the little floating one was only an illusory projection while her real body was in a distant place. Just then, Nora burst into laughter. At this moment, Nora’s living body had undergone significant changes without her beautiful face, but she had turned into a hideous monster. Nasty mucus was dripping down the skin on her face as if it were a melted candle. “Death is cast! “My great army of the Undying Clan shall return to this land soon!” “Humans, just you people wait and tremble!” As if in response to its words, a wild roar from the inside of the ancient, giant door, and a huge head poked out from inside. It was a skull that looked exactly like

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

Catarina, her loyal maid, clutched her hand tightly, her knuckles white with tension. They sat backs to the wall, eyes flitting nervously towards the heavy metal door. Every rustle, every creak of the old building, sent a jolt of adrenaline through them. The silence was finally shattered by the screech of the rusty lock. The door swung open with a bang, revealing a single figure – the man in the M*ckey M*use mask.

Desperation fuels her attempts to flee, but her legs move as if submerged in thick sludge, each step a struggle against the unseen forces restraining her. Through the swirling mist, a monstrous form materialized— an entity born of her deepest fears. Its colossal silhouette loomed, a grotesque amalgamation of fur and sinew, a macabre tapestry of scars and wounds etched into its monstrous hide. Its eyes, vacant and soulless, bore into Marisol, sending shivers down her spine.

My mother has been working in Casanova for a long time, and if they can ensure her safety, then they can surely ensure mine too. "Alright.. I'll do it." My grip on Mama V's hand turned firm. "Just tell me what I have to do." Mama V gave me a small, sad nod. "You have your mother's spirit. We start tomorrow. Welcome to the family, Aurelia." =====☆☆☆☆☆===== It feels like a nightmare, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, the reflection that stares back at me said otherwise. The white masquerade mask covered half of my face, the white bodice sparkling from the embedded crystals, and the short flowy white mini skirt told me that I look like a dream.