Novel & Cerita Scary Creepypastas Stories

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."

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Well, in the middle of the other side of a tunnel where there was a concentration of passers-by between the end of the tunnel towards the subway in use. Tsuki did the same thing, he saw the mister grandma speedster ghost who didn't seem happy with these troubled young people, when they received their specific cachaça, then, they ran there, possessing a series of people who were at the end of the corridor. Being that they were between the tunnel, leaving the top floor, when going up the escalator, when people didn't have time to flee, they were all possessed. The villains' secret base was invaded by a legion of possessed people, saying, with a huge crab spirit that appeared gigantic possessin

Why did he look at her as if he were starving? The candle on her bedside table flickered, even though there was no breeze. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. She didn’t believe in ghost stories, not really. But she knew danger. And Lucien was the definition of it. She had grown up hearing stories of the Ravagers—ancient beings who fed on more than blood. Their touch burned. Their presence altered fate. But those were myths. Warnings. Fairy tales meant to keep girls from wandering too far from the village. Right?

My stomach turned with revulsion that never quite faded. "Speaking of interesting stories," Thelma said, her words slurring more noticeably now as she drained another glass. "Has anyone told the old tales yet? The really old ones, from before the manor was even built?" "Old tales?" Madison perked up immediately, leaning forward with interest. "What kind of old tales?" "The dark ones," Thelma said with relish, clearly enjoying having a fresh audience. "The bloody ones. The ones that actually happened, not fairy stories."

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

As much as I didn't want to pick up Lia's call; I ended up doing just that; I did; and at the background; I heard violent screams at the background; I almost drop the plate in my hand in fear… I ask Lucia, what is happening there; and she told me that she went to a party with Gena; and all of a sudden, Muna began to shake and she turned into a hairy monster; a Werewolf… And now; everyone at the party have their voices, high pitched due to fear; I told Lia to send me the address to the party; I pick up my jacket; and hurried there; I stop by the address lia had sent to me; the entire place had claw marks all over; I walk inside; and I saw everyone sitting at a corner; I went further and at th

Several minutes later, I come back with popcorn, Oreos, and a bag of chips. “You delivered on that junk food,” Scarlet says, folding her legs up under herself, freeing space on the couch. She pats the seat next to her and I can’t move. Usually, the floor is lava and Jackson and I are jumping off it onto the couch, but right now it feels like it’s the other way around. “Do you like horror movies?” I ask, forcing myself to take a step forward and place the food on the coffee table. “I do. I have a slight fascination with paranormal stuff. What about you?”

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”