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The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

It was bold and had taunting letters which rread: "REPORT NON HUMANS FOR A CASH REWARD. ANONYMOUS." I froze. My thumb hovered over the screen. The words pulled me in like gravity, and before I knew it, I was tapping the link. The page loaded, showing a slick, professional-looking site. Pictures of strange shadows, blurred creatures, testimonials from so-called “witnesses” who claimed they had been rewarded for their bravery. “This is… unreal,” I muttered. The coincidence was almost too much. Mateo had to know about this, this must have been his angle from the start.

She has told me to be fast today, as there's something I've got to help her with. And oh, before I forget, I am given a phone here. Well, I did not get in contact with anyone, not even with Kyra, so so far I've only been binging through the internet, seeing contents and laughing away my worries, as in my mind as I see tweets, I'd imagine how none of these humans know that Werewolves or Vampires actually exist. It makes me feel like some all-knowing person in the human world, at least, towards the realization of paranormal beings, which these lots still see as a fragment of their imagination.

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

Sean excitedly started the session, "Heyya, everyone! Welcome back to the CreepyHells Channel. Oh my god! You won't believe where we are now. Guess! Where are we?!" @kluk_44 [Hi, guys!] @riya_frejy [Wow! You in a new place again?] @user_3345 [I hope this session is better than last week.] "Yeah! We're in an abandoned house in Minnesota. You must know the rumors about this house, right?" Elly continued. "Alright. I don't think we need to explain much, since most of you already know the story about this house. Should we go straight in?" Eiden said.