Red Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Father lord protect your son, what is happening to me, I stood scarily and made to run upstairs to my room when a heavy wind blew and my door opened automatically and everywhere became dark. I fell scarily on a couch behind me, I began to hear some horrendous sound after some seconds everywhere became bright and what I saw was the most terrifying animal I have ever seen. I felt like I'm watching a horror film. This is a bat in front of me but not just a bat, one side of it was a female vampire's face while the other side was a bat's face. This is damn scary. Father lord help me!. TBC.

mind gibbered. 'It can't be real, it can't be—' But it was real. And it was looking at her like she was dinner. The creature's lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile. "Going somewhere, little human?" it hissed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. The sound made her skin crawl. Cathy's heart seized. Behind her, she could hear the angry shouts of the women growing closer. Before her, the pale monstrosity loomed, its red eyes gleaming with hunger. Trapped. She was completely trapped. She was trapped, with nowhere left to run. This was it. This was how she died. Cathy's heart raced as she stood frozen, caught between the approaching mob and the nightmarish creature blockin

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

Its cracked face warped slightly under pressure. > Click. There was a soft hiss of trapped breath within. And the panel creaked open. Cold, dry air buffeted the side of her face. She stepped into blackness. --- The Hidden Passage The crawlspace smelled of mold and dust and very old secrets. Spider webs in her eyelashes. The candle on the table shook. She blew mist into the air as she crawled on hands and knees, as stealthy as a ghost. Walls within reach. Immovable. But the room itself leaned ever so slightly, as if to lead her toward something older than the roots of the building themselves.

He said, “Go flip that body over and get the Maddox Scripture.” Both Centipede and Black Scorpius were a little nervous. But, they did not dare to disobey the bishop’s order and carefully went toward the side of the coffin. However, when they touched Cairo’s corpse, they seemed to have activated some kind of mechanism. The corpse suddenly opened his mouth. Some crystal-like parasites flew out of its mouth promptly and pounced toward Centipede and Black Scorpius. “Arghhhh!” Centipede and Black Scorpius let out a miserable cry at the same time. In the next second, something scalp-prickling happened.

Before I can protest or ask for another moment to try, she grabs my arm and drags me toward another location in this bizarre landscape. As I open my eyes, the full scope of our peril becomes devastatingly clear. The creatures are so extremely close now that I can see the individual details of their corruption—the way their flesh hangs in ribbons from exposed bone, the writhing darkness that fills their empty eye sockets, the teeth that seem to exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Their numbers are absolutely terrifying, far more than I initially realized, with new forms emerging from the mist in every direction like a plague of supernatural locusts.

Dark clouds suddenly pass over the moon, cutting off the light. When the sky clears, a chilling sight unfolds before me. A swarm of red eyes and shapes are marching down the hills. My heart flips. This war is really happening. At first, the shapes are like tiny ants, but as they get closer, their twisted forms become clearer under the moonlight. These creatures look exactly like the bastard I saw that night at the pack river, their long, thin bodies coated with thick, dark slime. Their eyes are big and slitty, glowing a vicious red with their claws and fangs.

running my hands through my hair I sighed, “What if all we know about the creations has somehow been obscured by the truth, I mean- all of our research aims at the creations being a cruel and barbaric kind of species, and yes I won’t lie that’s exactly what I assumed when they attacked me in my apartment. But the second time I saw Rafe, something weird happened. His black voids turned into blue orbs, his whole demeanor changed and shifted from this hard and cold thing to someone who didn’t possess those traits at all. Don’t you want to know why that is?” “No Mel, I don’t want to know why these fucking things have a soft and squishy side, nor should you. They have been invading earth for cent

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I wrapped them around his thick girth, and then I took him in. I sucked him with a desperation that matched his own, my eyes watering as he moved his hips, forcing himself deep into my throat. He let out a raw, guttural groan, his hands gripping my head as he neared his limit. Suddenly, he pulled back and emptied himself into my mouth, the hot, thick saltiness of his cum filling me. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him with wide, blown out eyes.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h