Smiling Dog Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

The two smiled a lot and in every memory, they were plastered. Up till the last one. That one I had proper paws. Padding through the grassy areas and barking happily. Someone suddenly comes into my vision and I let out a whimper as I am picked up. I stare into the eyes of the monster. A horrifying person who easily ruined my life. Whimpering and trying to get free and to the people… it was all for nothing. I was taken by the man with the yellow eyes and those smiling people had abandoned me. XXX

Dog growls above me. Your voice is different. The beast is taking over. I try to yell, "stop", but it's too late now. My scream is muffled by the thick meat filling my mouth. My eyes water from the exertion and scalding tears stream down my cheeks. “Take it,” Dog growls. "Take my dick, omega." Somehow I manage to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. His cock slides inside, and I take it until I feel his heavy balls pressed against my saliva-slick chin.

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

I ran around the house as much as I can but at end my body get weak and legs get numb I couldn't run more. I remember...... I cried and screamed to stop them but no one was there to hear me. One dog jumped over my head and I fell down. Those high bass barking voice and their pointed teeth that is still inside my memory like a clear picture. Biting and pulling my dress , I cried miserably to stop that torture but they didn't attacked me by hurting my body but that fear it was for real. I thought they will be eat me . Pressing both my hands on ears and burying my face tightly to the loan grass I stayed there with my trembling body. Next day when I opened my eyes I was still on ground outside

“I feel like I’m on the set of a backwoods horror movie and someone’s brother-cousin is going to sneak in and watch us sleep before brutally murdering us.” “It’s a good thing I have two incredibly friendly dogs who will wag their tails and greet said murderer.” “Speaking of the dogs, where did the husky come from?” “The woods,” I say in a dramatic whisper. “He’s probably a werewolf and will watch you sleep as well.” “As long as I don’t wake up with a naked man at the foot of my bed, I’m fine with it.” I let out a snort of laughter and pull my arms close to my body. It’s a chilly night.

“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”.

We went and sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting patiently for Will. The door knob creaked and we expectantly looked. Simona stepped in and Eliza groaned loudly “do we have a dog in here?” Simona asked sarcastically “of course we do... It just stepped into the living room” Eliza answered and I laughed under my breath “you punk!” Simona cursed “OMG Marigold! It talks! A talking dog! Guinness book of records has got to have its picture in it. A plumb, short and ugly dog”

my mother’s smile widened her lips, making her eyes squint. I stepped inside, but a cold chill ran down my spine. The house was warm with the light, but it gave an eerie feeling. In the blink of an eye, they all changed. Their faces became elongated and their eyes turned yellow, their skin morphed into sleek fur, but they were not wolves; they were huge dogs, their eyes roaming my body as they circled me. They began to close the distance, their hot breath blew against my skin, and snarls became louder. I tried to run, but my legs felt heavy, as if they were rooted to the spot. I managed to break free and ran out of the house, and the chase began.