Scooby Doo Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Martha turns around and gets a bowl of rice and served it on the table. "Mommy it's true, but Nanny just didn't see it. He was a short old man with a long beard and scary eyes and nails like a monster, I felt like he was going to eat me! Huhuhuhu....." Phoebe covers her face with a white throw pillow from their couch and cries endlessly. She cries with fear, she has never encountered such a creepy creature before. Amelia and Martha are suspiciously puzzled about Phoebe's story and were surprised as Amelia's cellphone vibrated from the table.

The beautiful and quiet moon suddenly passes rays that land on him. Alexander turned aghast at the mystical happening. He wasn't yet out of the shock and the moon disappears gradually to form a celestial sketch in the sky. His lips part going appalled living the heavenly experience. The hairs on his body stood up and then he could hear the words of the occult power astounded to believe his own ears.

They are called Flower Skulls. “Flower Skull…,” I muttered thoughtfully. "Leo?" called Frey looking at me who was silent. I immediately shook my head. Everything that comes to my mind is not necessarily true. I went back to talking about the Flower Skull with Frey. The organization operates in secret. They play an important role in society to eradicate the dangers caused by mystical creatures. "So, besides vampires, there are other creatures?" I asked.

“And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.” Though she wanted to know what a Creeper was, Ru didn’t get the question out before the sound of a thousand fingernails scritching across chalkboards filled her ears and the shadows multiplied, the form of the Creeper suddenly lost in a stampede of similar shaped creatures who filled the spaces alongside it and began to scurry down the walls, their inky black shadow selves causing the darkness to blacken. “Are they… demons?” “Sort of,” Lyric replied. “Can I blast them?”

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

The pain was harrowing but so was the toxic energy in this smothering chamber. Color instantly drained from her half dead face when her gaze swept over the creepy creature crawling on the edge of the white mattress. 'W-what's that?', she screamed disbelieving that he could attempt to get her stung by a lethal scorpion. 'My little baby, now yours too', he husked sliding his palm underneath her chin, sensually, erotically, gradually intimidating her into his psychotic game.

He said drawing me in, with his arms, I didn't know what he meant by that, but I stayed still, scared of what he might said by been bitten, putting his arms under the blanket, he pushed it towards my gown, "Stay still" He said again, now pushing his hand further into my gown, holding me tightly and his nose still pressed in my neck, I felt something else moved in my gown, these time not his hands, but something else which was not his hands, it was crawling right inside my legs, and going further up, then his hands followed it gently, the feeling of his hand almost near to my gender, and the creeping things was something else I have never experienced, then immediately, he reached towards the

Fear shakes through my body and creeps up my spine. Vampire clown. They’re the worst kind. I start to cry. He stares. Then backs away. “I’m sorry …” His voice glitches. Warps. Echoes, like dolphin sounds underwater. Then he’s gone. Just gone. I try to move. I can’t. The worms are everywhere now. Crawling over my stomach. Up my arms. Between my fingers. I close my eyes and open my mouth — and scream. “Mel! MEL! Look at me!” A voice slices through the fog.

“Why can’t we just have a proper ending for once?” “Neat endings kill the mystery. Explanations are for Scooby Doo. ‘Look kids don’t be scared, it wasn’t a zombie, it was just Mr Jones the janitor trying to scare people away from his goldmine.’ Once you explain something it stops being scary, because the biggest fear, like Lovecraft said, is fear of the unknown.” “But Lovecraft had great endings,” Sam said. “And none of them were open ended.”

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”