Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The Abyss pulsed around them like a living heartbeat, black tendrils curling and snapping at Kiran and Lucien, seeking cracks in their resolve. Every step forward was met with a whisper soft, insidious, like someone leaning into their minds and feeding on their fears. The air itself smelled of despair, thick and metallic, burning at their lungs with every breath.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Sirens scream in the streets below, blending with the distant growls and snarls of wolves shifting beneath a blood-red moon. My knees buckle. I slump into the chaise, crying into my quivering fists. Fear coils tight in my belly, horror for Aaron… and for Lucian.

Her eye lids fluttered slowly, letting her eyes open. “That’s it, look,” I forced her chin toward the mirror, fingers still fucking her deep. “Those voices in your head? Those faces that spit on you? They mean nothing. You hear me? Nothing. This...” my fingers drove harder, her body clamping on me, “...this is real. This is who you are. A fucking Siren.” Her hips rolled down on my hand. Her eyes flew open, stuck on her reflection. Her face red, mouth parted, tears falling as she watched herself come apart.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

The creature stretched about a foot and a half, it’s so pale and slimy looking with three fingers and three toes and very sharp nails. Okay, the moment of truth approaches, the creature begins to sings, I suppose this is what a siren would sound like if they truly existed leading men to their deaths at sea. We watch as the princes’ body begins to glow then slowly his soul rose up from within but it was only his head and arms < WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHY ARE YOU SO ATTACHED TO YOUR BODY ONCE AGAIN! YOU SHOULD OF LIFTED RIGHT OUT TONIGHT! WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE?! AGGGHHHH! NOW I HAVE TO START THIS EXHAUSTING PROCEDURE ALL OVER AGAIN! WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO? DID DR. REGIS FIND A CURE SOME H

Siren POV “You psycho!” I scream over my shoulder, voice cracking. “You fucking lunatic! What the hell is wrong with you?” His laugh rolls through the dark like thunder, deep and unhinged, sending shivers racing down my spine. “Keep running, Little Birdie. I love hearing you call me names while you try to escape. Makes catching you so much sweeter.” I veer right, hoping to find the wall, the gate, anything that leads out, but the trees just thicken, shadows twisting around me. My bare feet slip on damp leaves, and I stumble but catch myself on a trunk, pushing harder.

Xander whirls around, his eyes wild with dread. Xander shouting: “Aria!” I look down, and my heart stops. The siren’s hand is reaching up from the sea, her grip like ice, drawing me under. “Xander! Assist!” With his sword poised, he charges at me, but the water rises and blocks his way. As I feel myself being pulled more and farther into the icy abyss, the siren's laughter reverberates all around me. "Aria, you can't get away from me," she whispered in my ear. “I will always have you.”

Everything dimmed before it went dark, and the murmuring of voices tickled my ears as I drifted out. No light filtered in through the windows and those overhead were extinguished. Only a tiny lamp above me glowed, casting shadows around the room. Although the hues had changed, the sounds were the same, and I was no longer alone. A bear of a hand clutched mine, but any attempt to turn my head to identify my companion sent shooting pains from behind my eyes, radiating through my brain and bouncing off the bone like blistering light. I whimpered through the suffering, knowing crying would be far worse. My pitiful sobs roused him, but I wasn't able to focus to identify who had assumed the bedsid

His face was calm, too calm, like he had been waiting for me to notice. “You see it now, don't you?" he asked, his hands all scales. My heart pounded. My mouth went dry. “Where are they? What did you do to them?" Mr. Hart laughed. Not the usual kind of laugh but a creepy one. I had felt it a long time ago. I had seen through it but I didn't believe it. Not at first. Suddenly, Mr. Hart waved his hand and started singing. My stomach churned. Siren. The entire house faded again and everything disappeared. All that was left was the empty space of the house. My breath hitched as I saw more people around. More sirens.