Smile Dog Creepypasta Novels & Stories

he blurted. “Care payments to the Seer’s private coffer?” I turned my appeal to the pack members watching. “Listen! I was seven moons with pup. I went for my Blessing and fell into a forced sleep. For a year. My mate told everyone my mind was sick, that I rested in our den. But in truth, while I slept, he had them cut my pup from me and took her!” “Lies!” Ethan roared, Alpha power rumbling under the word. “There was no pup! It was a phantom!”

I close my eyes tightly and open them up again in hopes of finding myself back in my room, but hope isn't for someone like me. All too familiarly and startling, my back meets a dead end, colliding with a wall and misery all at once. Dylan's lips curve into a creepy smile, revealing brown crooked teeth and just then, they all jump at me, clawing at whatever skin their decaying hands could reach. The all too familiar smell of my blood fills my nostrils and yet again, my infamous screams, pleading for help that would never come my way, hurts my throat.

Intrigued, I chime in, "What did Chloe say, anyway?" Winter takes a deep breath and glances between us, preparing to explain the strange situation. "Alright, here's the deal," she starts, sounding like a seasoned storyteller. "Chloe, our dog-whisperer friend here, claims she was attacked on the neck by a rabid street dog months ago. Scarlett, being squeamish, was totally grossed out by it."

Then, slowly, he typed: > Cases of dog's who turned into a man overnight.<

I was about to scream when I saw her creepy smile looming over me. As soon as I see the creepy smile, my heart rate spikes up and my body jolts up in shock. Her hair was wild and unkempt, her eyes were wide and unblinking, and she had a huge, toothy grin plastered on her face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - was this really happening, or was I still dreaming? I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but she was still there, staring at me with that unsettling smile.

“You are even understanding every word I am saying right now, right ? Amazing, truly incredible. You and I should team up. We could make a fortune” Creep faces eyes are like two black holes in his face. Could he be some kind of cultist witch guy like in Ireland ? I have no plans to find out. The Wolf is banging on the inside of my skull trying to get out and rip the weirdo to pieces, but I won’t let him. No matter what this guy is, I have sworn never to take a life again. I turn to run, but the bastard is fast, blocking my path again. “Okay we need to work on your commands”. The idiot whistles. “Come here Fluffy. Sit”.

"I came to see someone and I was passing by. I called you but you didn't hear me, I just wanted to say hi." I stared at him suspiciously. Why do I find his smile creepy and uncomfortable? "So... what do you want to say to me?" Because I know he's not just here to say hi. "I want you." He blurted out while licking his lips evilly. What the fuck?

When they growl and my breath catches in my throat. Cerberus. What do I do? I’m about to come a chew toy for the three headed guardian dog of the underworld. I raise my hands as it takes slow, menacing steps towards me. Its saliva drips dropping to the dusty floor. I’m trapped. It stops, its hot breath washes over my face and I screw my eyes shut. This is the end of me I know it is. I can’t fight this dog. It stands to its full height. The tips of its ears touch the high ceilings. When I hear a giggle. I am taken aback. A giggle?

Demons smelled sweet, like chocolate or caramel, something rich and gooey. “The lady is sad. She’s scared of monsters. See. No eyes and you can’t see them. It’s okay, lady.” The girl petted me. I gave up, raised my head, and smiled at the girl. “I’m not sad, sweetie. I’m tired.” I yawned. “I’m gonna take a nap. Can you nap like I do?” She asked sweetly.

Transparent poison dripped from the chewing gum. -Come-come here, my sweet, - the magician extended his hand, stroking the creature on the back of the neck. The undead reached out closer, squealing, snapping their huge mandibles. “There’s a tidbit in store for you, honey. Go-go. The old man stepped aside, letting the creature into the far corner of the room. There, where the chained prisoner sat on the floor. A young clumsy guy with light swirls and large blue eyes that widened in horror at the sight of the approaching undead.