Red Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

To my horror, his footsteps near and I quickly close my eyes not wanting to see anything else, but to my dismay, he grabs my arm dragging me out from under the table, his cheek is still a little red from my slap but his eyes are molten gold, fuelled by rage. “What the hell was that?” he snarls, “They’re Crawlers, creatures who are deadlier than you think, and you should get checked because it’s only going to get worse,” I say quietly, daring not to look down and hope neither does he. “I mean, what the hell did you fucking pull?!” he growls, yanking me closer and I shriek, feeling my breasts hit his chest and I think my tummy touched something. My heart pounds as an odd feeling rushes through

Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday. I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306. But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in. Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty. But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

When he could finally move, the tiny Fate was looking at a transparent door and one not-to-be-believed monster made of pulsing unwound souls, yarn, and needles. "It's a yarn cryptid! Is that always there? What do you feed it? Did you forget to feed it?" Tarsi was collecting his needles from the floor. "Why would I keep a cryptid as a pet?" Purl demanded, rummaging in his pouch for something that might help him fight the writhing monster. "These only spawn when something cataclysmic has happened. Something that fucks up the reincarnation cycle."

Blood splash as the creature let out a shrinking cry with thick blood drip from it huge mouth, leaving a decapitated body of the lady held in the through the creature . * Creaking sound* Under the faint glow of the crimson moon, the thin and strange shadow of the creature was seen; it's body seem to grewing followed by unmerous sounds of bones. " HIHYAHAHA...!" It screeches towards the red moon in pain as the shadow of a human -woman which looked the same of the older woman " D-eelicious." It's rotten long tounge licked the thin and seductive lips. It's eyes stared at the running Humans and red glitch flashed them.

The two were the ones leading the others in front so they moved forward to check what was happening. Whilst still inside the carriage, they could smell the stench of blood. Cheng Min felt her soul coming out of the body after taking a peek outside. She clenched the red curtains after seeing hundreds of dead bodies in the street. Those of men, the elderly, women and even young children.

“Let them hear. Let your colleagues know you’re balls-deep in a slut instead of at breakfast.” He groaned, hips snapping faster. The phone buzzed again. A knock sounded faintly down the hall, maybe room service or another attendee. The thrill of getting caught pushed them both closer. “Gonna cum soon,” Mark warned, voice strained. “Where do you want it?” “Inside. Creampie me again. I want to feel your cum drip out while I sit through presentations.” Lena reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. “Ahhh… fuuuckkk… yeah yeahhhh… I’m so close… don’t stop!”