Novel & Cerita My Little Pony Creepypasta

Maybe that was also why she had to die, so that my father could warp me into the perfect pawn instead of his son. ‘Yeah,’ Leah breathed. Pushing aside my quickly spiraling thoughts, I continued to take in the area around me. I had to admit, the pictures didn’t do it justice. It was like every single scent and color were multiplied here, creating an almost unreal image that just couldn’t possibly exist in the real world. However, that wasn’t the thing that made this place seem so surreal. Instead, what really made all of this seem like a dream were the two tiny creatures who were human from the waist up, but had horns sticking out of the top of their heads and a furry goat's bottom and hooves

A laugh threatened, fonder this time. "Yes," she insisted. "Not the 'you're about to have a panic attack so I'm going to shove you in a study' tour. A real one. I want to know where I am. Where I can do. Where I shouldn't. What doors lead to creepy places... with creepy things." "Creepy things?" I arched a brow. Savannah pointed at the ceiling as if the house walls could listen. "This place is full of wolves and magic and... and... telepathic group chats! I'm allowed to assume there are creepy things."

They fought until they couldn’t. I don’t know how much time passed before the screaming stopped. Then, a voice. Raspy. Feminine. Cold. “Why don’t you come with us, little Luna?” I didn’t answer. I held the children tighter, pressing their heads to my chest like I could keep them from hearing what was happening. The voice grew colder. “Get rid of those pups.” “No,” I breathed, standing shakily, hands trembling, claws half-shifted. “D-Don’t touch them. You’ve already killed too many. Please…”

I asked quiety, and watched as the smile came back across the monsters’ harsh features. “No sissster.” It cackled as if I had said the funniest joke, it had ever heard, the sound like nails scraping and scratching down a chalkboard. “We will have you.” The words were crisp and clear, and the child lifted his hand to cup the back of my head in an almost loving manor, tangling its claws into the dark hair of my ponytail. My skin crawled at the contact, and I watched in fear as it leaned its head back away from me, and lifted its face to ceiling. A sickening crack echoed through the room, as its jaw unhinged from its mouth, and it opened its mouth impossibly wide. The inside darker than the dee

Martha turns around and gets a bowl of rice and served it on the table. "Mommy it's true, but Nanny just didn't see it. He was a short old man with a long beard and scary eyes and nails like a monster, I felt like he was going to eat me! Huhuhuhu....." Phoebe covers her face with a white throw pillow from their couch and cries endlessly. She cries with fear, she has never encountered such a creepy creature before. Amelia and Martha are suspiciously puzzled about Phoebe's story and were surprised as Amelia's cellphone vibrated from the table.

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

“Pssst! Young Hunter.” Looking back as he hears the same whispers that always wake him up whenever he is asleep in the middle of the night and whenever he is alone. The creeping shadows at first glance, that slowly shifting into a hideous monster and different from each time he sees them, are calling for him again for a game. “Do you want to play?” As it asks him, smiling from its slit mouth all the way unto its ears and playing with its long-pointed nails as its body contours in different directions wearing a blue tuxedo.

“This portal is not asking permission.” The widening pulse shot across the room like a tidal wave of cold. The wolves screamed again and ducked behind various pieces of furniture that offered no real protection. Lucian ducked under the table. “Why is it getting bigger? Why is it getting so much bigger? What is coming next? Another stag. A frost bear. A frost dragon. A frost baby.” “There are no frost babies,” I said. “Are you sure,” he asked. “No,” I admitted. Marek pressed closer to me. “What does it want now?”

Poppy said. “No, no, do not make this about me. I’m fine and I know that there’s something really weird going on here. And all I ask is to know what it is. All this confusion just makes me even more agitated. Johnny says that there are creatures that live like humans here in this town and in our school. What are they?” I asked. “You need to keep your voice down. And there’s nothing to know. Whatever Johnny or Bran said, they were just messing with you,” Poppy said, grabbing her bag.

Typhon mumbles. “Party pooper,” Fire Moon mumbles and step through the door. I follow, finding the light switch and turning it on. We all gasp at the same time, the room is filled with cages, and in those are magical creatures … like gnomes and unicorns. Typhon looks gobsmacked, “What the fuck .…”