Red Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They went into the dark, red-lighted room, filled with different stench as they strode in quietly and carefully, looking at the creepy scriptures. Suddenly, something horrific jumped out of nowhere with a funny, weird, and creepy sound, startling both of them as they both screamed. They ran out of the section only to be attacked by a group of half-headed, mutilated bodies and bloody-looking creatures. They screamed in fright, kicking them away as they ran through the creepy building that never seemed to end, coming across everything that could give them goosebumps and make their heart nearly jump out of their chests. By the time they were out of the building, they were both panting heavily,

A sudden movement in the dark corner caught my attention and my eyes snapped there. That man was right there. The creepy one from the tunnel weeks ago. His body twisted at unnatural angles, like those horror movie possessions, joints bent wrong. He crawled toward me slowly, a single red rose between his lips, petals dark as blood. First Adrain pleasured me with Camellias stuck between his lips…now this monster is coming with a rose? Okay, that's it! Wake up kira! I screamed inside my head, calling for Leah to do something. But there was no response.

Balancing the tray onto one palm, I reach the other to open the door whilst fussing over the unstable tray mocking my strength. "I brought you your meal, and I hope you have an appetite now...." My voice trails off and the door continues to expand open inwards from my push. What has my eyes expanding with the gravest shock that freezes the blood pumping in my veins, is the gruesome scene of the crimson-haired stranger feasting savagely on the neck of a palling and faintly struggling woman in a growing pool of blood on the floor. He's a Vampire!

Creed felt disgusted just from the glimpse of their hideous appearance. The horde moved with no sense of direction or purpose. They kept crushing and stomping over one another mercilessly. The ground was swarming with mud, blood, and organs. Not only that, but some of them are also devouring and gorging on each other's flesh. An indiscriminate chaos was bubbling among the horde. "Argh! Crap… " Creed muttered with a disgusted squint, "Ghouls!! so many of them…"

I lifted my gaze to the darkened area where his face should be and squinted against the blare of a streetlight that seemed to be shining down on me with blinding brightness yet kept him completely shadowed. “Well, you just made a man’s entire day,” he explained as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, I just got full-body contact with the sexiest redhead this side of the tracks, and you’re thanking me? Nuh-uh, honey. The least you can tell me is you’re welcome when I gush a grateful thank YOU for a sample of all that gorgeous softness.” O...kay. This guy was definitely different. I might’ve even classified him as creeper-ish if I’d been sober. But with my thoughts as loose a

Tongues do not grow back quickly. "While we were in the Underworld, we were able to learn many important facts," Alexis said. "The dark realm is the source of our creation as Neratomay. Imprisoning powerful beings in a realm where all of our secrets were created was…" He grinned for the first time. "Ill-advised." They exchanged curious looks. Tony leaned forward. "What are you saying?" Alexis looked at me, and I took over the story. "You think that we were down there for three months."

Something crawled out of the water. Its body was twisted and deformed. Its face was a sickly green, its teeth long and jagged. It moved fast. Too fast. A rotting stench spread instantly through the air. Alaric's expression darkened. "This is bad. We took too long. Its core spirit has already returned." Before he even finished speaking, a scream tore through the night. The creature's claws ripped open my dad's stomach. He struggled, screaming in agony, but it was useless.

It woke her up a bit, but the vision of that arm seemed painted in her mind. She suddenly wasn’t sure if she could continue. ‘God, now I feel like an idiot… I can understand why Alastair didn’t want me to come here’ that revolting smell that came from the corpse-less-limb surrounded them, becoming stronger as they walked further. She realised then that the sight they would meet would be gruesome. Very gruesome. When they came across the place the smell came from Alexis almost fainted at the gruesome sight before her. The goblins, small and green, with cystic acne like texture marring their faces and sharp teeth which they sunk into other goblins, ripping apart their meat.

The copper armor faded away. Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital. Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin. “She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?” Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red. > “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."