Pokemon Creepypasta Lavender Town の小説・ストーリー

The ancient lavender was the worst part. It did not smell of fields or the soft wind of the lower valleys; it smelled of a tomb that had been salted to keep the rot from screaming. With every deep, rattling breath I dragged past my blistered throat, the dried purple dust coating the green marble floorboards scraped against the raw tissue, triggering a violent fit of coughing that sprayed dark, hot blood across my white knuckles.

The room suddenly felt colder but I stayed still, letting her continue. “There was blood,” she whispered. “On the floor… on the walls… I could smell it.” Her emotions spiked. Fear flooded into me so sharply it made my chest ache. “And the coven?” I asked quietly. Her lips parted. “Summerlands.” That word weighed heavily in the space we occupied. Chilling the edges of my nerves. “Thats not all.” She continued. “There was someone else there.” Her words sent a chill down my spine. As much as I wanted to dismiss this as nothing more than a heightened nightmare, it was impossible to do so. The emotions it brought her. The vision itself felt… off.

I would do anything to make sure my baby is safe. " Meet me at the parking lot after your shift" she said ********* After my shift, I went to the parking lot with a pepper spray in my bag. "What took you so long Claire" said the elderly lady " I had some last minute errands to run" I said "I am Mary Wyatt" she said " You already know who I am so no need for introduction" I said " What do you know about werewolves Claire" she asked " They are myths and do not exist in real life" I said

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

AVA The room had the full lavender smell. I looked around at the magnificent room before me with wine colored rich looking curtains by the window thick and drawn together to block the sunlight, the queen sized bed was also covered in wine silk and the lamps by the bed illuminated the white walls of the room beautifully. With no time to fantasize about how beautiful my room looked anymore, I pull my blouse over my black long curls causing my huge tits to bounce free, my nipples taut and aching. If I was wet before when I saw Jerome then I’m outright soaked and dripping now.

The scent of lavender lingered faintly, a residue of bedtime rituals now broken. Savannah hovered by the crib, breath caught in the delicate snare of fear. Her eyes scanned the room—still and hushed, yet somehow not quiet. Something vibrated beneath the surfaces, something old and aching. The plush wolf lay face-down on the floor like a fallen sentinel, and beside it, the drawing pad lay open, its last image unfinished. A single rose. Half-inked. One petal bled with shadow—its edges heavy, blackened, as if some unseen hand had pressed too hard, like a wound being etched instead of healed.

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

I'm missing pieces. I know that my dream last night was prophetic and I know without a shadow of a doubt that the green eyes and red fur belonged to Harper and she's in danger but the rest is still a mystery. I smile at my mum so she won't worry “I'm ok mum, just haven't been sleeping well recently, hence…” I point to my concoction “I’m making a sleeping draft to see if it helps” She cups my cheek and kisses my forehead “You'll be needing the lavender then sweetheart” she then passes me the dried lavender and resumes her own work.

“We are going to be okay.” “Maybe we would be safe at the cafe, Lavender?” I suggest, after trying to pick a place to hide. “It’s closer than going home and open twenty-four hours. Humans go there too. There’s no way someone would try to attack me in front of humans. Right?” “There’s no guarantee, but that sounds good to me. Is there cold storage there?” “There’s a walk-in fridge. Is that what you mean?” “That’s exactly what I mean. We need to get you cooled down.” Lavender confirms. “I’ve been asleep for eighteen years. Tell me how to get there.”

For a moment, I thought I heard familiar footsteps. The scent of lavender drifted through the air. I opened my eyes. A familiar figure was walking toward me through the sea of purple flowers. She wore a wedding dress. Sunlight wrapped around her as she stopped in front of me. "Mister, my name is Leah Lambert. It's nice to meet you." The wind stirred. It felt like time itself was turning a page. I reached for her hand. "My name is Wystan Wren. I've known you for a long time."