Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Bubbles curls beside me, her heartbeat steady against my palm. Somewhere in the distance, I think I hear Silen singing again. It sounds low and mournful, but beautiful. A siren song meant for no one. It drifts through the walls like a promise. And for the first time in days, I sleep.

they could see her ferocious eyes and they had fear deep in their hearts but for the life of God, they could not stop themselves from moving forward. Getting closer and closer to the tank. Kendra watched as the humans were hypnotised by the queen’s siren. She did not know that the queen could do that, the only siren she knew was the cry for war. That was the only she needed to know as a warrior, she did not care to know the rest and was now amazed to see what the queen could do. The head researcher who was first in the room when they heard her cry was also the first to reach the tank.

Confused and slightly frightened, Sunny sat up in bed, wondering what was going on. As Sunny sat in bed, she looked around all angles of her bedroom while feeling off edge. She heard whispers but couldn’t make out what they were saying, which made her a bit scared. As she squeezed into her sheets, her palms started to sweat. The whispers grew louder, and Sunny could feel a presence in the room. She mustered up the courage to call out, "Who's there?" but received no response. The whispers then filled the bedroom loudly, and a ghostly face slowly came out of Sunny's white bedroom wall across from her. The face came out in gray smoke and seemed to be staring directly at Sunny. Goosebumps formed

Physical Greed She pulled him mechanically toward her, flexing him into her throat until she finally had to gasp for air. She suctioned off him with a pop, heaving for air and looking at him with watering eyes. “Holy Hell, Woman.” He shook his head in wonder. “You are certainly set for the crazy house.” “Shut up and fuck me.” She laid flat and guided him down her body. Stroking him down the crease between her rising breasts and down the plane of her belly.

Sylvia said pointing around the room, “Is your siren side being freed and allowed to consume what it desires the most.” “Sex?” I asked her confused. “Yes. Sirens freed off sexual encounters. Can’t you smell it calling to you?” Sylvia asked me as she took a whiff of the air. I decided to amuse her and take my whiff and that’s when it hit me hard. The scent of everyone’s arousal in the room as it began to call to me. I closed my eyes and it was as if I could feel everyone’s hands on me at once and I could feel a need begin to burn in my core.

The hot water runs through my long auburn hair, rinsing away the sand that has blown into it. Odessa is showing the strain on this job. None of us thought such a pampered little ‘princess’ would be so good at covering her tracks and staying at least three steps ahead of us. It is our name and reputation on the line now. If her father hadn’t specifically told us he wants her home alive, it would be my song she would hear, as it lulled her to an early grave. The water is hot on my skin and the layers of dirt and sweat turn the water brown around my feet. All the people I have killed float back into my head when I’m alone, especially in the quiet midnight hour. I screw my eyes closed and push t

The men were commenting and occasionally chuckling lewdly at the images. I was surprised and pulled on Aaron’s arm. "What’s going on here, Aaron?" He greeted the men, seemingly familiar with them, before explaining the setup to me. As I listened, my eyes widened in realization. No wonder Aaron had taken a liking to camping here—the real reason lay right before us. Each woman's video had a number in the corner, which corresponded to a tent outside. For a fee of three thousand bucks, you could book a tent, and the woman from the video would be waiting inside for you.

I also thought about how I would've cradled my wife and that child in my arms as I poorly sang a lullaby or stumbled over the words of the book I'd read to it. Tears threatened to spill over at the reality that would never be, but I immediately sucked them back in when I heard the door above the stairwell click open. I sat frozen and quiet, pausing my breathing in hopes that whoever disturbed my sulking would leave. "V-Victor?" A familiar voice called out to me. For the first time, an irritation budded at the soft, feminine voice that beckoned my name. Maybe now I was beginning to realize that it wasn't the voice of a human that called to me, but one of a siren—one that lured me to my demise