Scariest Creepypasta Stories Novels & Stories

The creepiest part was that there was a faint red glow in its dark eye sockets, making it seem extremely creepy. Luna could not help but grab Alex’s hand. Her palm was slightly sweating as she said, “Don’t be afraid, isn’t this just a dead skeletal ghost? My sister is an expert ghost hunter, and I’ve seen this kind of thing many times.” Alex could feel the sweat in her palm. He said, “Don’t shake your hand when you speak. Otherwise, it will betray your inner fear.” “My fear? You really know how to spew nonsense!” Luna took out the Sky-Devil Zither from her mind palace and was ready to attack.

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

Inside of my head. I sigh. "I suppose Finn has earned it." My friends smile like the Cheshire Cat when I lift my arse from the chair, but the entire restaurant goes dark the second I stand. Candlelights flicker before finally blowing out, and when the lamps in the ceiling die, people scream in fright. An ominous atmosphere enters the room, and I swear a shadow creeper passes me. Shadow creepers are monsters my sister and father can control. What are they doing here? The room grows colder, and I panic once I hear Bianca crying from the other side of the table.

I continuously try to stay awake but I'm struggling so in the end I succumb and drift into sleep. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm drowning. I try to scream for help but no words come out of my mouth. I'm fading but he won't let go, he's still holding me under and I decide to give up. Before I can give him the satisfaction of dying I'm pulled out the water and I feel him caressing my hair. "It's the beginning of the end. Hold my hand, I won't let you call, I shall keep you safe always." He kisses my forehead and disappears before my eyes.....

Several comments under the post were clearly stirring things up: [This guy has XYY syndrome. His brain’s messed up. You're beautiful and kind. Stay away from your best friend.] [Isn’t he one of the Gray’s family… Honestly, every time I see her brother, I get creeped out.] [Why is he even alive? Someone should just take him out!] The post was going viral, obviously being artificially boosted. Hundreds of comments piled up instantly, all attacking my brother and I.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying...