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.

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.

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

"But before you go, can I borrow your phone? I want to look at this woman’s profile more closely." He handed over his phone without question and began trying to find suitable clothes to wear. I downloaded the Ctok app before navigating to the account belonging to the video’s creator. As I scrolled through her previous posts, my skin crawled with irritation. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of posts about werewolf lore, conspiracy theories, and weird diagrams of the lunar cycle. The more I scrolled, the more disturbed I became.