Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

Esther had so many questions and wanted to find answers because didn't know if she could trust this user, 'the_scarlet_truth', and what this person put on his website. Esther switched the browser window to the chatroom page, where she had a private conversation with 'the_scarlet_truth' user still open. She was about to write something, but began to hear whispers warning her to stop doing what she was doing now. Esther wanted to ignore them, but they grew very intense and sounded like coming out of her mind and soon gave her a headache. She grabbed her head with both hands, mentally pleading for them to stop, whoever they were. At this point her laptop suddenly shut down, then all lights in t

SCARLETT 10: 30pm “Woah! This is crazy!” I whisper yelled with my eyes wide open as I scrolled through my laptop. My phone was beside me on the table connected to my earbuds as I checked the file Annabeth sent to me on my laptop. “Scarlett, Crazy is an understatement!” “The whole time, the account we’ve been tracking is a fake account? It was created in Kael’s name but it wasn’t his,” she said, I exhaled deeply and shook my head slowly.

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

Of course, the one to be regarded as the main suspect was Crystabell who left abruptly, no one was going to think anything about you who decided to play the loyal sidekick at that time and follow her. Another wonderful thing, the black magic used on the puppets also originated from the one that was used to ruin Night Pack. I managed to inspect it carefully when Layla was in my hands, fighting for her baby. What are the odds that you, Stephanie Meyers, aren’t the master of the puppet master?”

He took the phone and ran a quick trace. “Tor exit,” he said. “Bounced six ways. Could be anyone. Could be spam.” The preview text under the URL read: HELLO, CLARA. NICE TO MEET ME. A chill skated down my spine. “Open it,” I said. He hesitated, then mirrored the phone onto my laptop and tapped the link inside a sandbox. The browser spun once. Twice. Then the screen filled with black. A cursor blinked. Text appeared, typing itself.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

--- ### The Crack in the Screen "You can't break this level, Kaima," the boy-voice said, but now it had a hundred echoes. "I am the **End-User**. Beyond me, there is only the 'Developer.' And the Developer is a **Ghost**." The violet light hit the walls of the kitchen. The walls didn't fall. They **Peeled**. Behind the lavender-scented kitchen, I saw a dark room. A single computer chair. A desk covered in empty soda cans. And a man, slumped over the keyboard, his face hidden by a hoodie.

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