Randy Warren Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I felt like putting up a sign. Welcome to Dweeb Beach. Beware of Unexploded Buffoons. Was this what I looked like, too? I shoved the girl sitting on my stomach off me. “You don’t understand. This isn’t romantic. It’s a cautionary tale. We fucked up and next time we might not be so lucky.” “But we can’t die,” said Flossie. “Yo’ said so.” “You’re not listening. The weretic pulled off Dudley’s head with the spine still attached—” okay, that didn’t happen, but I was trying to paint a picture “—and ate it. He ate his head. You can’t regrow limbs.”

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

The warehouse district smells like rust and decay and old nightmares. Shadows crawl across iron beams and broken windows. Cobwebs thick as curtains stretch between support columns. Something skitters in the dark; mice maybe, or rats, or worse. I used to be scared of places like this when I was a kid. Mom would tuck me in, tell me stories about the Grim Reaper hiding in shadows, waiting for bad children. Guess I was right to be scared. The reaper found me anyway. Married me. Fucked me in a van. Damon falls into step beside me, smirking. "You're really a whore, aren't you?"

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right

Or maybe it was fear—maybe I was afraid of what we might find when we do eventually end up at my front door and I have to confront my aunt about everything that’s happened at the university, and every other thing that’s happened before then that would have led up to this. If Craig was right and this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, if werewolves weren’t just all of a sudden targeting human girls—then it meant that a very powerful non-man and his very strong non-man lackeys were out for me specifically. A creepy chill ran down my spine at the thought. I just wanted to create art, man. “You really should—” “If you tell me to calm down, I’ll bite your throat out.” I seethed at him, my gaze sh

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

The oldest looked at my people with fear, completely terrified of the monsters they didn't think they'd meet in the woods of Remorse District. I licked the corner of my lips. Stupid humans. When would they ever learn? "I told you, Sir it was just a mistake. We're just here to see the treasures." My Beta, Grant lifted a brow. "What the hell do you think Brenther is? A goddamn minesite? And what the fuck do you think you are? Snow white's elves?" Warren, my head Delta, laughed softly while rubbing his jaw with his palm. "Ah, stupid humans with silly fairytales. The only thing you'll find here is merciless death." He sighed. "That's why I don't date humans. They're all brainless."

It’s no secret that Lazar doesn’t like Randal, and things have been steadily boiling for a while and are ready to spill over. “I look younger than I really am,” Randal explains, finally. “I was a mercenary before King Cyrus outlawed it, and then I had to move to Scarlett Thunder to find jobs again.” “You look too young to be over two centuries old, even for a vampire.” Randal shrugs. “Lots of vampires in Scarlett Thunder are better looking than others. It’s probably something in the blood there..” “Bullshit.” Lazar shakes his head. “Ever since you showed up, that’s all I’ve been thinking. Everything about you doesn’t add up. You stink of bullshit.”

A man like that had no business in education. Randy stowed his tools carefully before climbing down the ladder. After grabbing his camera from his truck, he entered the school, which seemed unnaturally dark despite the bright sunshine outside. The building felt cold and unwelcoming. The deeper he ventured, the darker and colder it grew until he couldn't take it anymore. Randy pulled out his flashlight. It worked for a few minutes before flickering and dying, plunging the hallways into complete darkness. A sudden screeching noise froze him in his tracks. Randy felt deeply unsettled. Could the rumors about the haunted school be true? People claimed apparitions walked these halls late at night—