Rake Creepypasta Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

I growled, but I wasn't even seeing Sara anymore. I was waiting. I knew she couldn't help herself. And then I heard it, the softest, tiniest creak of the floorboard right outside my bedroom door. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to break out. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

She organized them all into a file and placed it in my hands. "This is everything. I'm not hiding anything from you. You can see who I am through these memories and decide for yourself if I'm a good person or not. I want to adopt you. I want to be your mother. But if you don't want that, it's okay…" I looked at the scars covering her head, and it felt like my chest was stuffed with something heavy, making it hard to breathe. Memory extraction was completely random. To pull out everything like that… I couldn't even imagine how much she had suffered.