Pinkie Pie Creepy Novels & Stories

He opened his arms, his hands, with the fingers that were too long, opening and flexing like greedy paws. Somewhere behind the walls, the dead woke, responding to the silent tune of Peabody the ghoulish Pied Piper. Beneath her feet, under the boards, the dead stretched. And above her, somewhere, she could hear the quiet dead reach to find and grip and hold. Peabody’s fingers grew longer, the arms grew longer. From where he stood, this Peabody’s reach seemed inescapable, spanning wall to wall, the fingers much too long, the palms larger than her biggest serving platter or frying pan.

It was so crowded here, the nanny would not bring Lil’ Pie to a place like this. “Uncle Alex!” Lil’ Pie called out again. Alex was sure he had not misheard this time. He turned to look and indeed saw Lil’ Pie, along with Serenity and Jasmine. However, since one escalator was going up and the other was going down, they were already quite far apart. Serenity smiled and nodded at him. Alex smiled back and waved at his little niece. Lil’ Pie wanted to go to her Uncle Alex, but Serenity would not let her. She said softly, “Uncle Alex is busy. Be good, Lil’ Pie, let’s not disturb Uncle Alex.”

I dared to look higher and, for a moment, was about to freak out as I saw the face the Shit Witch wears, but this was different. There were subtle freckles, and this woman’s eyes were a blue I would happily drown in. As her manicured hand pushed back her hair, I saw red streaks. I was mesmerized by her beauty, and then a smell overpowered the old lady scent of the armchairs and the herbs the Old Bitch spread around. PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!

"Look, everyone. I printed your exam admission tickets on pink paper. Isn't it cute?" Our homeroom teacher, Pauline Ashby, stood at the podium, proudly holding up a stack of pink sheets with both hands. Gasps rippled through the classroom. "That's so adorable, Ms. Ashby!" "Pink is so soothing. It already puts me in a better mood." A few girls in the front row were the first to say something, their eyes sparkling with excitement. The boys didn't say much, but none of them objected either.

Topped it off with strawberries and blueberries. Gourmet queen behavior. Just as I sat down with my smoothie, a dark gray smoke started swirling in my living room. I froze. That wasn’t how Paimon usually appeared. He just popped in like a rude magician—not this dramatic fog machine crap. My eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. I placed my smoothie on the table and backed away slowly, then bolted for the bathroom, peeking from the crack in the door. A few seconds passed, then a set of green wings emerged from the smoke, followed by a tan hand with disturbingly long, white claws.

"I'm off, Willow," "Thank you for coming over again, Sapphire," I nodded with a smile. I waved goodbye to the butterfly pixies who were hiding behind plants and trees. They finally revealed their true forms but were hiding due to shyness. I brought them a lot of cherry jam cookies. Apple and I made them together and it tasted so good that I immediately thought of Drix, but since he was in a no-go zone, I brought it to them. It gave me good results as they opened up to me enough.

Jake began to feel an eerie compulsion as his entire body froze with his eyes moving up the sketch to find the woman's eyes which to his surprise, had not been that visible about four seconds ago. Her head was slightly bent downwards, giving her eyes a darker appearance as Jake watched them slowly begin to glow in a pale orange color. He thought he heard voices. Soft whispers, drawing him closer and closer to the page as he found himself unable to withdraw from the woman's glare... "Hey! You're going to the party, right?" Jake felt his senses suddenly rush back into him as he snapped out of the trance before turning to his friends. "What...?" "The party. Pumpkin People!" Matt rephrased, refe

I try to ease myself for a conversation with her. “What?” She looks down at the doll in her arms. “Oh, isn’t she pretty? She’s my daughter. She’s as lovely as a doll, isn’t she?” She shows me her doll. I still don’t understand what’s happening. Why is she acting strange? “Oh, look! The pixies are here gathering around her. They know that she’s special.” “Pixies? Where are they?” I squint my eyes and stare hard at the doll. When I don’t see the mythical creatures, I start to look around.

I said. “So, this is personal for you then,” one of the Alphas scoffed. “Maybe they weren’t as innocent as you thought,” another commented. Nikolas was ready to kill, but I maintained my stance. “Their murder isn’t what bothers me most. What I don’t understand is why the rogues smelled like peaches. That’s how we came to the conclusion that someone is working with the Dark Lord’s witches. They are obsessed with peaches and use them to scent almost everything,” I pointed out.

Blake said excitedly. Everyone moaned. “Alright Blake, I know you made it specially.” Michael clapped Blake on the back as he got up to go retrieve it. “Aunty Dotty helped me a little.” Blake set the apple pie down and placed his hand on her shoulder, Dotty was everyone's Aunt but related to no-one; her pup had died much too young and she could never bring herself to have another. “But he did most of it himself, I'm very proud.” Dotty smiled up at Blake. He started serving portions of the pie, handing it around the table.