Novel & Cerita Scary Creepypastas Stories

Not even close. X’s mouth twitched at the corner, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “You could say we’re like the Ghostbusters, something like that. In fact, we're honored to be called when 'something strange is in the neighborhood'.” Then X looked at me. “Carl, this reminds me of that job offer I made to you in St. Louis when we first met. Skinwalker lore is a specialty of yours. Looks like you're about to see a real one up close.” X turned again to Pastor Brooks. “ You see, Pastor, we deal with things that go bump in the night on a whole different level.”

She would tell everyone she met that she was Feather Group’s young madam. Years later, a horrifying legend about a deformed female ghost started spreading in Tacoma City. There was a city in Celestial Empire named Tacoma City. Here, they had a popular myth about a disfigured female ghost. Whenever children cried at night, they would stop crying for three days when they heard about it! Back home, Frankie had showered ten times before he finally felt less nauseous. However, when he recalled the scenes of himself fooling around with Hilary, he couldn’t resist throwing up again.

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

Keegan said through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, Keegan, I really didn’t think much about it. A server was just telling me about her tables in passing a few weeks ago. They were a group of old-timers, vampires, passing through. I did a walk-by and checked on them. All seemed normal. You know how they are though, so dramatic and serious at the same time.” As Terry spoke, Keegan’s eyes finally returned to normal. He waved his hand, telling her to get to the point. Happy he was finding his balance again, she continued, “Nothing out of the ordinary, but they were telling one of the guys that was with them a story. Between both me and the server, we both thought they were just trying to freak out

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

“Sorry, Daddy. I decorated.” “I can see that.” “It was an artistic accident.” I pointed at her with my fork. “See? Your criminal behavior is evolving.” Sebastian only took Poppy’s fork, twirled up a few small strands of pasta, and handed it back. The movement was efficient. Calm. Too easy. Poppy ate two bites. Then started again. “Daddy, does this villa have ghosts?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “If there are ghosts, can they have dessert?”

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

she opened the table of contents with anticipation and ran her finger through the sections. “Really a demon?” - Grandfather Yosha bulged his eyes in fright. “Uh-huh, Satan himself donated the tuft from the back,” Pascal snorted. After these words, the brownie was ready to fall into a swoon, he wiped his hands on his shirt and darted back and forth. “Calfskin,” the familiar explained, clapping its beak in dismay. - Survived, the hatnik believes in children's horror stories. Raven fluffed out his feathers and closed his eyes again.

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.