Mickey Mouse Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

The woman moans something that sounds like his name, but it is muffled because she is currently face-down on the blotter, and I honestly feel more sorry for the paperwork she is wrinkling than for her dignity. “What was that, Minnie Mouse?” Scott asks. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he grips the woman’s hips to pick up the pace. I squeeze the yogurt-soaked napkins in my hand until the white liquid drips between my fingers, and I take a deep breath to keep from screaming because this is my favorite pair of heels and there is definitely a splash of dairy on the toe. “I said the yogurt is very stubborn, sir,” I lie through my teeth. I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity.

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.

He so much hate Leonard Wood, he hates the fact that he is the Mafia king more. .......................................... Around 8:52pm, Isabella tossed on her bed as she kept on biting her fingers subconsciously and also kept glancing at the time. She has to be in Leo's room by 9 but she's scared to go knowing that she might really be punished.

“My grandma told me about this sort of magic. It sounds crazy, I know, but it exists. I know for a fact it does.” She sounded so convinced that Max believed her. It was actually the only plausible explanation for everyone falling asleep at the same time. “Couldn't it have been poison?” he asked, not wanting to believe that Mikki had been taken because of something he had no idea of how to fight, or even understand. He was an Alpha, a very powerful one, but he had never encountered something like magic or spells in his life. And now was definitely not the time for it to happen. He cursed again.

Flipped doggy, Josh ass-pounded while Mickey pussy-slammed—final creampies: Mickey #7 in pussy, Josh #8 in ass, hot surges filling me till cum leaked everywhere. I Collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched. My holes–sore but buzzing, my pussy and ass throbbing. “Fuckkkkk!,” I whispered, catching my breath. Hunter smirked, wiping sweat off his brow. “Told you you’d love it, slut.” I laughed, soft and breathless, but hey—I was still kicking. “Yeah, I did. Licked every drop off my face.” My legs? Total jelly. My holes? Absolutely wrecked. But damn, surviving five huge cocks? Never thought I could pull that off.

“Show yourself.” ‎ ‎From the shadows, a small figure waddled into the candlelight. My jaw dropped. A mouse. A plain, tiny mouse with twitching whiskers. ‎ ‎I blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “You too, huh? Got trapped in here with me?” ‎ ‎The mouse sat up on its hind legs and… chuckled. “Trapped? Oh no. I’m not trapped at all.” ‎ ‎I froze again. My brain scrambled to catch up. “Did… did you just talk?”

His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

“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?”

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,