Masky Hoodie Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

The sounds of the monster yelping and… bones clattering. The monster suddenly shrieked and scurried off into the woods on all fours. “What…” I whispered, pushing myself up from the ground. The stranger came over to me. “Rogue,” he replied. “We need to leave.” He held out his hand to help me up. As he did so, the moon came out from behind a cloud and illuminated him. His hood had slipped back, and his mask and sunglasses had come off to reveal no flesh, no eyes, nothing but a skull.

The scent that radiates from it, the one I once sucked in like a moron… The same one that torments me… FUCK!!! My brain registers everything at a click. I’m in his hoodie. On his bed… I freeze on seeing a familiar figure lounging on the couch beside my bed. It’s him. Like a king, he sprawls on it, long legs stretched out. He’s wearing another hoodie, a pair of ash joggers, gloves hands as ever, and his mask. ‘God, please—‘ I clasp my palm to my mouth and muffle a cry. If going back to the convent would be my only way out, then I would.

I was still in thought when I heard the clicking sound of the door, I closed my eyes immediately, From the corners of my eyes, a huge figure walked in, I became still immediately as this person has never visited me before, the person was wearing a black hoodie which covered his head, he was putting on a face mask and only his eyes could be seen, he looked so dangerous even without seeing his real face,

Darkness stretched across the eerie hallways of my childhood school. I was sixteen again, running, breathless, my heart pounding. Someone in a mask was chasing me, their footsteps echoing menacingly behind me. I turned a corner and stumbled into a hallway. Silence. They were gone. My breathing was ragged as I scanned the walls, and my chest tightened at the sight plastered everywhere—the name *BLADE*, bold and suffocating, smeared on every surface.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

And my soul? Yeah, it tried to run away. This… thing… was tall. Nightmare tall. Slim like a shadow, someone stretched too far. Moving like smoke pretending to be a person. A mask covered its face—smooth, blank, empty. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just darkness shaped into a face. Its steps made no sound. Its presence made the air colder than my ex’s heart. Goosebumps attacked my skin, but I tried to stand strong. “Don’t look at the mask,” Cullen’s mother whispered.

he whispered in my hair as I began to sob softly. “ I promise to make it up to you Hun, it's all gonna be over by tomorrow.” He smiled as he as he wiped my tears softly. “ Thanks Dad.” I smiled. “ Soo... who is this Mason kid ” he smiled. I swear I just saw a glint of death shine in his eyes Oh shit!! Daddy mode activated. “ He's just a friend ” I smiled shyly. “ Just a friend huhhhh, yet here you are in his hoodie, strange smell though, where is he from?? ” He asked as he sniffed the hoodie.

They wore a hoodie, a mask. "Who are you?" Aurora demanded. "Who sent you?" The figure didn't answer. They looked at the door. They looked at Aurora. And then they bolted. They ran for the service exit. "No!" Aurora lunged. She caught the back of the hoodie. She pulled. The figure stumbled, crashing into a rack of pattern paper. They fell hard. The hood slipped back. The mask slipped. Aurora stared. It wasn't a stranger. It was a young woman. A girl, really. Maybe twenty. With terrified eyes and familiar, trembling hands.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . Chapter 38 . Peter Walked to the stereo as he tuned it on. Side to side by Ursher and Pitbull started playing as they danced, sang along and prepare to make the masks. They brought scissors, razors, glue, paint and Laura went to the Internet to search for some really cool masks. "Guys check this out. How do you see it?" Laura asked staring at the screen, a picture of a mask.