Masky Hoodie Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Both sets of eyes drop as tug off my hoodie in one smooth, overheated motion to reveal my tee slogan. ‘Don’t bully me. It turns me on.’ I think it’s funny. But honestly, I didn’t think I would be taking my hoodie off. If I thought I would be visiting the surface of the god damn sun, I would have gone for something more appropriate. Corrian’s mouth twitches. Viking licks his bottom lip. And me? I’m one sweat-glossed inch away from crawling back into the woods and letting a possum raise me. It's really time to go now.

She didn't get checked early enough, so she occasionally experiences hallucinations and paranoia. "What does that have to do with Melissa?" someone asked. Even Melissa was staring at me now, clearly waiting for an explanation. "She didn't get infected on her own," I said evenly. "As for who passed it to her, that's something our star student here might want to explain." Zachary's expression finally cracked, and he stood up abruptly. "You're making things up!" he snapped. "I didn't do anything!" "I never said it was you, but you just admitted to it. That's a little boring."

“Not in an official sense. But… the Headmaster asked us to watch over certain students with potential. She was one of them.” I took a slow step forward. “We failed her.” I stepped closer, softer now. “I’m telling you this because I trust you, Aria. You want to uncover the truth as much as we do.” Her shoulders eased just a little. “Can you tell us what happened ?” I asked. “I was ambushed,” she said, voice tight. “On school grounds. By people in skull masks.” Of course. The skull syndicate. An evil organization that does the most unimaginable things to both humans and paranormal creatures.

I didn’t even have time to question who my parents really were, because I was now being confronted with death itself. Get up.” A deep, growling voice startled me. A pair of worn-out boots stood in front of me. I looked up to see a man wearing a hoodie, his face half-covered by a mask. His scent hit me; it made me alert, yet strangely curious. Our eyes met. His gaze intrigued me, cold, magnetic. I’d never seen eyes like that. For a moment, time felt frozen. Only when I blinked did reality return. “What for?” I asked hoarsely.

“ could he be the mask guy “ Cassy asked her self silently she only knew the mask guy as Fredrick she wasn’t aware of his complete name “Alright thank you have a nice day “ Cassy said opening the car door Cassy got inside , dropped her bag inside her room then proceeded to the kitchen to get something she could eat . “ is he the one , why did he not wear a mask ? I just hope what I ran away from isn’t happening again “ Cassy said picking a mug of tea She decided to log into the internet to get her mind off the possibility of fred the CEO being the mask guy “ hi hope you nailed it “a message poop up from her W******p message A smile appear on her face when she saw the sender “ oh jack what wo

I swear my heart stopped beating for a quick second and my eyes widened in shock as I tried to breath and not freak out about this human. His face is not visible because it is covered by the cap of his hoodie and his lower mouth is hidden with the same black mask with a skull on it. He looks like freaking serial killer and I am ready to run the hell away from me. But as soon as I take one step away he extends his tongue forward between my steps resulting in me tripping. I fell down on the hard floor with A loud thud and my back hurts. I want to cry in pain but it goes ignored as I look up at him, his head leaned down at me.

she instructed, slipping on her own sleek mask. Hound adjusted the mask, his breath slow and deliberate. As he inhaled, a shimmering purple gas filled the mask, burning his throat and dying his teeth a deep violet. Thin, branching veins surfaced around his eyes, glowing red and purple, stretching down his neck, over his chest, and spreading across his body like creeping vines. His pupils dilated, glowing an unearthly silver. The room dimmed around him, swallowed by darkness, until he could see nothing but void. Reality one

Chapter 9 In the forest, the eerie silence was being broken by a loud and fierce growl from a hurt animal. The owls’ hooting suddenly stopped – afraid that they might disturb the creepiness growing around the place. “You are not going to get away with this! You skank! I swear they will know who you are eventually!” A man furiously screamed as blood flowed into the corner of his lips. Behind his eerie black mask, a man wearing all-black jeans and shirt with a hooded long cape smirked.

“A ghostly normal. Probably, my daughter would be a vampire sucking people’s blood.” “They’re not bad unless they are greeted by a werewolf, then they are the greatest predators.” “Will it look like Matt?” “Possible. It keeps on changing its appearance.” With the clonks halted, they ceased the chatter. A man appeared, his cologne possessing the power to annihilate, crammed the room. In its impact, Heather clamped her nose controlling her sneeze, so as not to alert the walking dead towards herself. His face is still a mask of a known tragedy she must face at the hands of the completely unintroduced enemy.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.