Randy Warren Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I don’t know why the Hell I need to meet Tyree’s friends in the alley, but if Estelle trusts him, I should as well. I pace back and forth in the dark alley that smells like piss and vomit until I sense a change in the air. The scent of ozone fills my nose, making me gag. Rocky, who has been unusually quiet with all the commotion, becomes restless. Out of nowhere, he says the most terrifying thing he’s ever said. “The Reaper is coming.” “What the fuck? Rocky, what are you talking about?” I back up against the side of the building and look around, trying to cover my nose from the potent scents building up around me.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

Unfortunately, Randy's previous upbringing was too sheltered, leaving him completely defenseless against people. She raised her hand and rubbed his head, "I will come to pick you up on your twentieth birthday. If you want to read, I will ask Keon to bring more books for you." Randy had originally wanted to confess about the one-night stand, but now that Lena's mood had slightly improved, would she be disappointed again if he were to speak up? She had already gone to find Tyson. Tyson was not a good person, he was a sly and cunning wolf, just pretending to be well-behaved.

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

"Yes, yes! Can walk, can talk, can crawl on the ground!" Randy shook his head. "You misunderstood me. I really think this young lady looks familiar as if I've seen her somewhere." When he was very young, he once curiously opened the secret room where his father kept his collection and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall. The woman in the painting was a beautiful fairy. He was obsessed with it, and then he sneaked into the secret room every day to copy the pictures of fairies.

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

I tell myself they’re only rumors. I personally know how rumors affect people. So, I'll give him the benefit of a doubt. I sit curled up on a sofa, half-buried under a blanket. Pip is perched on my shoulder, one tiny leg swinging as she leans forward to squint at the open book in my lap. The page is covered in cramped script and faded drawings. Drawings wolves in chains, pyres burning, silver blades raised beneath a blood-red moon. The History of the Lycan Purge.

I grabbed the slightly sticking gum strip, pulled—AND HOLY FUCK. Twenty amps of electric shock blasted through my body. My hair stood up like a cactus. I nearly blacked out. Before I could react, Dre was already filming, cackling like a maniac, snapping pictures, and—yep—posting it in the pack group chat. He. Is. So. Dead. “This is gold!” he laughed, shoving candy into his mouth. “What the hell are you doing here?!” I growled, still twitching. “My wolf was restless. I got bored. So I sprinkled salty water in my eyes, wailed about missing you, and Papa Draven talked to your mom. Boom—I’m here.”

He was a total creep. I collapsed down on my bed pulling the covers tight. Randy had been hitting on me since the first day of school but once he knew Ace would break every bone in his body, he never said more than a few comments to me and never around Ace. Hanging around them at school the past few months I saw what a creep he really was.

I whispered from my bedroom. "Let me in," a voice said more in my head than out loud. My breath came out in a panic. "What do you want?" "To come in." I thought seeing the movie The Exorcist for the first time was scary. This took the cake! I had been the cause of a Vampire becoming dead—permanently dead. The Council had wanted me put down before that. I couldn't begin to imagine how pissed they were now that I had put down one of them.