Red Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Something that crawled beneath my skin. “Whether you like it or not..." Her hand stretched toward me as her palm began to glow a dark green. "....you will come with us.” The others raised their hands as one, their palms also glowing with the same sickly dark green light. “Wait, what?!” I stumbled back, throwing my hands up. “Okay, timeout, this is officially too creepy” They didn’t listen. The air hummed with energy, thick and choking, a vibration that made my bones ache. The glow expanded, a crackling storm of venomous green. And then they cast it.

“Hey, I need to see you.” Frowning, she typed out a response. “Huh, who is this?” she asked. The response came almost immediately. “Always so polite. Anyway, this is someone that you met today. I’m in your class, and you can guess.” What the heck? Chloe thought of who the creepy person could be and why he was talking to her like that. She assumed he was a “he” because what female would go to the length of texting another female at dinner time like this?

I cried out in alarm, clutching my stomach with both hands. “What is it?” I heard Lucien's voice as he asked in a panic but I did not even have the energy to answer him. I just rolled around the sofa and almost fell down and without warning, darkness engulfed me. … “Haha, watch me eat your baby?” a creepy voice sounded, making my hair stand on my body. “I guess that she will be very delicious.” The creepy voice continued. I was in the dark so I could not see whatever thing that was talking. It sometime had the voice of a woman while sometimes that of a man, it was hard to tell what it was exactly.

“ Whoever was hiding behind the lodge used the trees scattered around as his hangout and wrote these words while he was at it, one look and it creeped me out. These words are barely noticeable given how tightly packed he made them while he was writing but then again he looks like he is f*cking crazy to me.” Reyna took the cellphone from him and just as he said, one look at it and she was ready to throw up. “It's rotten blood.” There was only one word that was written over and over again but what made it creepy was that every word was written with blood. ‘Mine’ that was all that he wrote but like some sort of devil incantation.

Now, Johann and Eva have been doxxed, and some of the extremists have already threatened to send them death threats in the form of dead mice and bloody razors. Cedric then continued telling me about how the whole internet was now condemning Johann and Eva on my behalf, possibly to cheer me up. He also said that my actions had been extremely satisfying. "By the way, I bet he must be going crazy trying to locate you now," he said. I shook my head. "I've already blocked him everywhere. I'll only get in touch with him again when it's time to see him in court." Cedric gently patted me on the back and told me that everything was now finally over.

I crawl onto the bed, pull the quilt to my chin, and open the book. The pages are thick, cream-colored, smelling faintly of iron and old smoke. No preface. No warnings. Just script that flows like liquid shadow, easy to read even in the dim light. The first chapter is titled simply: *Awakening the Veil*. I trace the words with a trembling finger. Diagrams of circles and sigils stare back at me—some I recognize from Father’s public rituals, others twisted, darker, hungry. Instructions for calling shades. For binding spirits. For raising what should stay buried.

, "Merisa was the past and you here, Lisate is the present. Its more like you are one" "Oo oh". Lisa sounded more comfortable in talking to Xen than before now. "So what's that you and your brothers got me for?, Lisa asked curiously. "Well, we are hybrids strong and immortal". Before xen started another sentence, Lisa disturbed with a hand up, meaning that he should stop for a while. "You three are immortal?, hybrids and..." "Cursed, of course", Xen finished. "are you the one's I've heard story about?, my granny told me story about three immortal hybrids who shared a life. If one dies then dies and excetra."

"Sorry, I didn't..." "No problem," she said with a side smile. She looked next to the boy and a few meters away, she saw a book. She walked a bit and picked it up, wiping off the snow. She couldn't help but let out a sigh. • EXCERPTS OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: MELIA CONKINOVA • KRESTYNE WEILL This was becoming more viral than rage in 1880. Completely, unprecedentedly viral. It was already boring her, honestly, it was. And even more so, with all the falsehood she could find there.

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!