Smiling Dog Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

“Don’t act like you’re not obsessed when you see him. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t ditch me again, ghost girl.” I laughed hard. After the call, I scrolled through my messages and, sure enough, there were loads of pictures, mostly of a tiny Chihuahua with the biggest attitude I had ever seen. His eyes looked like he was plotting world domination. Aggressive, but somehow, perfect for someone as sassy as Nico. I smiled at the photos, then stumbled onto videos of Tessa screaming and running away as the little dog chased her around the living room. I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

I said out loud in a fit of laughter. The video showed her as she started barking… actual dog sounds between the screams, then she switched to begging the camera in this creepy baby voice, “Bring me the dog… I need to finish the ritual… Kira’s inside it… I can feel her… I need to finish what we started and kill her for real this time!” I kept replaying the clip, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Every new absurd line made it better. She started chanting, “Kira is a wolf! Kira is a wolf!” while trying to bite the nurse who came to sedate her.

Wh-what kind of monster was Nicole? "My dog's picky. He only eats legs, and they've got to be fresh." Cola dropped into an attack stance, chest muscles bunching tight, lips peeled back as killing intent radiated off him. He barked, as if saying, "That's right. I like legs only, the kind that's fresh and bleeding. Got a problem? Come try me!" The group froze. This vicious dog was raised on human flesh?

Sam held up his hands. "Easy there. We are just trying to help." She did not relax. "Do you think that easy smile will always make everyone go easy on you?" Her voice was sharp. "Put your stupid smile away. And step back." Sam lowered his hands. He did not smile. But he did not argue. The woman gathered her dog into her arms. The dog whimpered. She held it close. "Papa Sam," Maya whispered, "she is scary."

The Shepherd bared its teeth, letting out deep, terrifying growls from its throat, its eyes blood red. Without thinking, I threw my bag on the floor and walked over quickly. "Let me try." "Don't come over! It'll bite you to death!" Dr. Miller shouted in terror. I didn't stop. For some reason, I felt no fear. I walked to the examination table and slowly extended my hand. The Shepherd whipped its head around, opening its massive jaws to bite me. "Shhh..." I looked directly into its eyes, placing my palm firmly but gently on its head, my fingers lightly scratching the soft flesh behind its ears, whispering soothingly, "It's okay, big guy. No one will hurt you."

She grabbed some dog treats and approached him slowly. "Sweet little wolf, are you hungry?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Drex, sensing her anxiety, sat perfectly still. He put on a playful expression and wagged his tail, doing his best to appear harmless. "Oh, you’re so sweet!" the woman murmured. Without further hesitation, she reached out and stroked Drex’s head. Drex closed his eyes, leaning into the warmth of her gentle touch. "Eat up, little one. If you see someone bad, just run! Don't mind me—I'm old, but you still have your whole life ahead of you," she whispered as she pulled Drex into a soft embrace.

] "What?" ["Magic."] And he laughs out loud. I was affected by that laugh, not because of the cringing joke but because this was my first time seeing a laughing dog—squeezing eyes, wide smile, and running out of breath. ["Another one. Why don't mosquitoes walk?"] "Because they fly?" ["No. Because they don't have mosquiTOES."] And he laughs hard again. "Okay. Okay. Enough with mosquitos!" I feed him a huge piece of ham to fill that mouth 'tho he speaks with enchast in that wolf form. This family is killing me in cringe.

He looks excited. I nod eagerly at my Papa, wondering what the secret is and I’m anxious to know. This will mean I really am a big girl. I watch as my Papa’s body begins to tremble, “Don’t be scared Evelyn, you are safe,” my Mama whispers to me as I watch my Papa’s body begins to change and grow hair. He has changed into the sand-coloured dog that I had seen from my bedroom window. My Papa is a dog? “Doggy,” I squeal and run forward to pet him. As I approach, the sand-coloured dog lay on the floor and watches me with chocolate eyes that are swirling with emotion.

Which was Eva not returning home early. Now he was at the so called Carmilla's house, he felt something was wrong. As he was about to follow his instincts and leave, a young girl walked into the room and switched on the lights, she screamed the moment she saw Luca. He quickly covered her mouth. "Calm down....calm down. I was just about to leave" He said trying to coax her. The girl was blonde and had blue eyes. She was about twenty years of age. She did her best and tried to calm down. Thinking that she had calmed down, Luca removed his hands from her mouth and the girl shouted "Thief!! Mum, Dad, there's a burglar in the hou.." but before she could complete the word "house", Luca shut her up

"Shit, you've got to be kidding me." I wait in the ceiling hoping that by waiting I can give myself a pretty good distance between them and myself. I hear the tapping of nails coming back towards me, I sit there waiting and then a black dog jumps into the ceiling breaking through the sheetrock. It falls back down to the floor, I can see the hallway clearly as the girl is standing, looking into the hole. Her eyes now pitch black, her body grown taller, bugs climbing into her mouth and in her skin. "Found you!"