Smile Dog Story Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

"Come on. I’m starving. Let’s get some pancakes." I followed her into the diner. The bell above the door jingled. The smell of grease and burnt coffee hit me like a blessing. We sat in a booth. The red vinyl was cracked. "So," Elodie said, opening her menu. "What’s the first story you’re going to edit tonight?" I looked at the newspaper on the table. The headline caught my eye. LOCAL MAN CLAIMS DOGS ARE TALKING TO HIM. I smiled. I picked up a pen from the table.

Clenching her teeth, she forced out a smile and said, "We're planning it. You just don't know about it yet." I smirked and turned to leave, but she hurried after me. "I'll send you an invitation. You have to come." "No thanks. I'm not interested." She thought I was just pretending to be calm and perked up right away. "Come on! You and Trevor are over, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends." My patience snapped. "Friends with you? Please! I know exactly what you two did behind my back." I lowered my voice and leaned close to her ear. "You starved that dog on purpose. The police said it hadn't eaten for five days."

I was soaking through my panties, and I hadn’t even been touched yet. He must have noticed—of course he did. Vampires smelled sex like dogs smell steak. He bared his teeth and slammed forward, once, twice, three times, then pulled out. The blonde’s hole gaped, twitching, a thin dribble of cum leaking down her thigh. He scooped it up with two fingers and held them out to me.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

The mischievous grin plastered on his face was really alarming for some reason. Why am I getting a bad feeling about this? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

“How did you get in here?” She points at the open closet door like I’m a little daft. “And then you came back to life, but without your soul?” I squint at her in the near darkness, grateful that she hasn’t pulled the curtains. “Is it true that you were bitten by a rabid dog and are now a furry who froths at the mouth during the full moon?” I’m trying to be a bitch, but she lets out a peal of laughter that has me feeling like a stand-up comedian.

A smile spread across my face in fulfillment. I shut my eyes, prepared to embrace the inevitable, but suddenly, the air around me was filled with a captivating scent of vanilla and cinnamon. A strange sense of familiarity washed over me, and my dispirited wolf suddenly came alive. I opened my eyes at once, and the first person they landed on was the mysterious man I had encountered while being dragged to the stake. In that moment, my wolf screamed, "Mate!"