Nina Creepypasta Novels & Stories

No one knew what those two had gone through, but their Fear Values shot straight to 100 and that was the end of them. Just then, I got a private message from Elaine. 【Nina, are you okay? I was dealing with the entity on the second floor all night and didn’t have time to warn you. You need to focus on bonding with your “family” during the first three days. I watched the top player’s previous livestream, and this is everything I know. Consider it compensation for not telling you the room rules earlier, that’s how you ended up on the 30th floor.】

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

Chapter Twenty-Eight. Nina's POV "I wish you a happy ending." "Huh?..." I was shocked when I heard Droon's confused voice as a reply. My body literally said screen shot because of so much surprise. I forgot that I'm not alone. Arghhh old habits die hard for them. I'm used to talking to myself and always being alone. To think someone would actually reply is terrifying! What is this?! horror movie?! If I was in earth, I might have passed out from shock and fear. If I didn't know Droon, I would probably think that there are really spirits here. I might conclude that this book is no rom-com, but a horror novel!

The cult members seemed unwilling to leave the boundaries of the bunker. Maria and Nina stumbled into an abandoned house, their breaths ragged. Maria set Nina down against the wall, her heart sinking as she saw the extent of her friend’s injuries. Nina’s body began to convulse, her breathing erratic. The area where the blood-knives had struck had turned an ominous green, the flesh around it bubbling and melting. “Nina!” Maria knelt beside her, panic rising. Nina gritted her teeth, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m fine… just give me a minute.”

Seeing Logan and Niana having sex triggered her psychotic breakdown. Nina or Heather, whoever she is...has gone mad. She wants to torture me, keeping me inside a large freezer container while she wears something warm.

I’d seen it once — in a photo in Eden, my moms old shoebox, the one with all the people she’d hated or fucked or both. Sabrina, age seventeen. Standing next to Caleb. Smiling with a hand on his chest like she didn’t realize what it looked like. Maybe she did. Maybe she’d been trying even back then. Now she was wearing that same skirt again. No tights, legs smooth, no single shame. I didn’t say anything. I just walked in behind her and reached for the coffee. I made sure to press in close, chest against her back, bare thigh brushing hers. She froze but stepped away.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

I said. He snorted. “You’re so sensitive lately. How’d that happen? She slip something in your drink?” I shook my head. “No. I’m always careful.” Nina’s voice came then. Small. From behind Nana. She’d been quiet the whole time. Standing there in her thin nightie. Arms wrapped tight. Snow dusting her hair like sugar. Lips blue from cold. “She can drug you through skin,” she said. “Or even while giving you a blow job. Transdermal. Fast acting. No taste. No smell. You wouldn’t feel it till too late.”