Mickey Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Mickey motioned for us to all move toward the window, the furthest from the bedroom door we could get. “So I told off their father, and uhm … well I punched him, it wasn’t pretty. I went to go find my parents and I smelled her, my wolf lost his shit. I went and found her, she’s like the black sheep of the family, wouldn’t go into business instead went into nursing. She hates it here, we decided not to wait,” Mickey said. “But…” Alex said, clearly picking up his hesitation. Sure, I only have a death squad out looking for me but let’s huddle around a huge fucking window and gossip like school girls.

Tell me where you are. The humour drains a notch. ME: Why are you texting me at midnight? Are you drunk? Three dots appear. They disappear and reappear. My grip tightens on the phone. TYLER: Just don't go anywhere tonight and tomorrow. Please. A chill slides down my spine. ME: Why? This time, he doesn't reply right away. When my phone vibrates again, it's not a text. It's a call. I hesitate for half a second, then I answer.

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!''

“Our kid’s gonna be evil.” “Don’t put that on my baby.” We settle on something light thats on N*****x from Fear Street and Stranger Things, and I grab popcorn and cookies while he sets up the room. When I walk in, he’s frowning. “What now?” “She posted full frontal nude of me on I*******m.” I sigh. “This girl is insane.” He screenshots everything, sends it to Michael. Michael texts back: Bro, it’s after midnight. What the fuck is going on?

Is it not developed completely, or maybe the injections that I had as a kid affected its growth? Do I have any wolves? My thoughts got disturbed by a knock on the door. I got up wondering who it might be. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mickey. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, and he bowed instantly. I took a step back. What is wrong with him? "You can get up," I said, being awkward. He got up and smiled at me. "Please don't make me feel awkward," I gave him a smile and stepped aside, welcoming him inside.

“I hope not, kid, but I can’t make any promises. If he looks like he’s searching, I’ll do my damndest to mislead him.” “Thanks, Uncle Micky.” “Should I give the blood sucker your email?” he asked. I sighed, and thought for a few seconds. I would eventually have to figure out how to cater to other members of the hidden world. Werewolves only make up a small portion of that population. “Yeah, you can give him my email. I’ll figure out a way to ferment blood outside the family.” I heard Micky sigh. “Thanks, kid. I owe you. Take care, and get good grades for me, yeah?”

That fvcking hurt. “Every hookup by Aira with a stranger nearly killed him all these years !! He fvcking bore all the pain through the vampiric bond and went through the mental turmoil all by himself, you selfish buffoon !” Micalo bellowed as he created the Dark Arts ‘Net of Capture’.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

My hand flashed forward to grab it. I held it tightly like my life depended on it. The doorknob turned. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Mike sang in a rhythmic haunted melody. I backed away into the most cornered part of the room. My chest rose and fell with each breath. I heard a few loud thuds at the door until it burst open. I saw Mike’s foot flying against it. He stepped inside, scanning for my presence. His face turned monstrous. He looked extremely pleased, but very disturbing in the eyes.

he pretty much listens to me though. I opened his cabin door without knocking which is normal as I never have to knock. My smile faded away as soon as I...I saw Mickey hugging a girl. I just got paralyzed at my place..unable to move. Tears well up in my eyes. Mickey’s eyes met mine and that's then my legs started listening to me again. I turned on my heels and just ran away from him.