Papa Grande Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

They hit the bone table with a sickening clatter, a living wave of shells and legs swarming toward me. Suddenly, the floor vanished. I was falling through a void of freezing water. At the bottom, I saw Papa. He was trapped in a glass coffin, his eyes wide and pleading. I reached for him, my fingers scraping against the cold surface, but before I could touch him, the Grandmother’s face appeared on the glass. She held a silver hammer, her eyes gleaming with a terrible ancient hunger. "He is the bait," she cackled, her voice like dry leaves. "And you are the catch."

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

His little face scrunched up, his lower lip trembling as the horrific, fragmented memories of the subterranean lab and the violent end of the monster he had trusted crashed over him. "Momma..." Caspian whimpered, his voice incredibly small and thick with sudden, absolute terror. His silver eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for the threat. "Momma... Papa no move." The words dropped into the quiet office like a live grenade. Papa no move. The absolute, devastating innocence of his toddler vocabulary describing the brutal, violent death of his grandfather completely shattered whatever air was left in the room. Damon hadn't just died in the dark; he had died right in front of hi

Papa asked, his voice rising. I bit my lips, and tears clouded my eyes. "Well, you see, I had the pleasure of ending the lives of your beloved wife and son." My heart broke as I saw Papa go pale. Tears slipped down my cheeks. "That's...that is impossible." I nodded, fresh tears rolling down my cheek, and Calvin chuckled. "But that's not the best part. You see, I took my time relishing your sweet daughter's body and taking her precious virginity in a pool of their blood."

Papa asked noticing the discomfort on my face. I replied nodding my head in the negative," Nothing, Papa. I am fine." " Are you hiding something from me?" He asked worriedly and I again nodded my head in the negative. I wanted to share about that creepy man with my father. But, after seeing his condition. I couldn't. I can't give him unnecessary tensions right now. I have to handle that creepy man on my own. I have to be strong and handle that insane person in my style. *********************************************************************

“Haven’t you had enough for one life time, Ginevra? When will you put an end to this? Imagine a person of your status, getting hit by a coward. Shame.” I warned. “Don’t.” He nodded, biting down his tongue. “Ginevra, who the fuck have you let into my home?!” Papá raged. Looping his arm around mine, Ghost helped me off the ground. “No one papá. He’s just a friend.” More men filed into the room. More followed. More followed. We were outnumbered a great deal. Papá laughed. "You really have gone insane, Ginevra Rodriguez, haven’t you? How dare you bring your boy toy into my home?!”

“You only married that woman for the child, Mak.” “That woman? Now she’s that woman?” “Marry Kira,” Papa stated. “We lost our baby barely two days ago. Have some respect for the dead, Papa.” Papa flattened his hands and forearms on the table, his amber eyes centreing on his son. “Mak, we are sinners. We sin. We kill people,” Papa reminded him. But this was supposed to be different. They didn’t kill their own blood. This baby, however fake to him, should matter to Papa. “Marry Kira Petrov, and I’ll make you Grand Sinner.”

As I push the door open, the sight that greets me sends chills down my spine: there’s Papa, tied to a wooden chair, duct tape stretched across his mouth. His eyes nearly pop out when he sees me, wide with fear and hope. It feels like he’s relieved to see me, maybe thinking I’m here to help him escape this nightmare. I take a cautious step closer, my heart racing as I scan the dimly lit room for something—anything—that could help cut the ropes binding Dad. My gaze sweeps over the bare walls and the dusty floor until it lands on a shard of broken glass just inches away from Papa. The realization hits me: the noise I heard earlier was him breaking the bottle, desperately trying to find a way ou

"Now, don't scream. I need blood and you may be a cruel bitch, but your blood smells so good." A few minutes later, I waited on the couch for my papa to appear. "Kendra." Papa Paolo said while giving me a look. "She asked for it." I told him while licking my finger that still had her blood. "You're lucky I love you too much. I wont tell your parents about this little incident. Now what did this poor soul did to you?" He chuckled. "She humiliated one of the purest soul I've ever met. So, Chrissy here deserve this." I huffed.

The guards stepped away to allow us to talk privately. "What do you need, and why are you here?" Papa asked, as if he didn’t want to see me. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I wanted to ask, "Pa, what’s your connection to the Grimaldi family? Is it true... that our family did something terrible to them? About Aunt Margot’s betrayal, is that true?" Papa didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. "Why, Arietta? What did that family say to you, huh? That we’re the bad guys and that they’re as pure as angels in heaven?" Papa laughed loudly. His laugh echoed throughout the room. I felt a slight fear at the way he laughed.