Mickey Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Or I’ll be punished.” “Exactly.” He pulled away, giving me a heated onceover. When he walked out, it took a few seconds before I shifted my attention back to the computer. I typed in the name of the Russian mafia organization, finding more articles than I had on the Voltairs. After reading a few articles it had become apparent that they had no issue ruffling feathers, acting as if they owned the world. I started writing down a few notes, startled when I heard a man clearing his throat. I placed my hand over my heart as I peered at Mikey. “I didn’t see you standing there.” He has something in his hand. It looked like a hard drive. “What do you have there?”

My apartment felt really small when Mike was around. Every time he walked in I could feel the stress. It was like heat from a furnace. Mike spent his nights working on his laptop typing away. The blue light from the screen made his face look weird like he was both determined and desperate. Mike was searching for the mistake I had put in his plans for MacTech. Mike had no idea that I had already set a trap for Mike and MacTech.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

i fear for the worst i am in a room of endless empty offices light fixtures ticked on and off like christmas lights in the summer i ran and ran but the hallways did not stop an endless vignette of darkness swallowed me they’re out to get me a monster is right around the corner it is silent yet it prowls it is here and yet it is not here it is out of sight, not out of mind have to kill it before it kills me or i descend to the furthest depths of hell and burn for all of eternity Mickey blew out like a fuse box and passed out on his desk. He’d be sleeping peacefully again. For now.

Well, that made Mickey tingly and he decided to try to get Paul into bed. - Don't you find me attractive? - Micky asks with a smirk. - You know I only like pussys. I don't want your cock up my ass. - And yours up mine? You can imagine it's a pussy. - We're friends Micky, stop it. - You never dreamed of eating a werewolf's ass? Are you afraid to like it? Paul shook his head, Micky was upset, that was the only reason for him to pursue this conversation.

It wraps around me, and my sluggish thoughts stutter, caught between recognising it and dismissing it as a hallucination. My body squirms weakly, the feeble attempt to resist a laughable joke. "Please," I mumble, barely able to force the words out. "Too heavy." It's not a real protest. It's the echo of Mike's voice, his taunts scrawled in permanent ink across my brain. 'You never need to worry, Maci. No one's kidnapping the fatty. You'd break their back before they got you to the van.'

He hisses in my ear, his hot breath fanning the crook of my neck that has the power to make me tremble with disgust. “Don’t fucking count on it.” I turn around and face him, brazenly meeting his cold gaze. “Soon.” He purrs in a promising tone and walks away. Tears sting my eyes. 'What the fuck was that about?' I think to myself. No longer feeling hungry, but intensely creeped out. I quickly leave the supermarket and walk as fast as my feet will take me back to Anton. My eyes continuously dart everywhere, trying to seek Mikal out. Anton jumps out of the driver's seat the minute he sees me approaching.

I felt a wetness come to settle between my legs against my will, making me bite my lip. Appear meek! Men love meek women! I told myself, lifting my eyes to him as I batted my eyelashes. “Can I sleep in your bed instead? I'm afraid of the dark, and the light in my room suddenly went off,” I said, biting my lip hard. I hadn't lied at all. I was in fact scared of the dark, and couldn't stay in the room after ruining the bulbs myself. Rael cast one glance at me before walking back into the room, leaving the door open, hinting me to come in!

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat