Smiling Dog Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

I opened my door and switched the last number of the room door opposite me, I looked for something to fill with water and sat waiting. Heavy footsteps rocked the top floor and her evil laugh filled the hallway. “Ha, ha, ha. Come in little wolfie.” She cooed But I didn’t move, no matter how horrid she smelt I didn’t move until I heard the creeping of the door outside from me. “Do you want some candy?” “I’m not Hansel bitch.” And I doused the water on her, listening to her screams as she melted into a puddle of green goo. I grabbed her phone and ran downstairs to check on the human, I compensated him for the emotional damage and asked him for directions to the city.

3rd Person narrative Alyssia woke up to the feeling of something heavy on her lap. It was late evening, she could tell from the clock which said 7:24 pm. She felt all stiff as she had slept off on the floor in the sitting room. Her gaze dropped to the dog on her lap which continued to sleep peacefully. She wove her hands intricately into it fur and once again marveled at the fur's softness. It was still covered in blood but at least it looked more healthy. It felt strange but the feeling of wanting to keep on staring at the dog and touching it didn't want to go away. "Why do you feel so normal and close to me when you are just a dog. " she mimbled softly as she stroke its headbeing careful o

She smiled as the man passed her, and the dog almost attacked her. "Go after him! And don't let go!" shouted Orella, and the dog ran even faster after hearing her command. She turned her body around and saw the dog chasing after the man, thinking that it would attack him. Orella smiled as she heard the man's screams of pain as the dog was tearing his body apart. Orella continued to stare at the dog, which seemed to be bored with its toys. The dog ran towards her. However, Orella gave a sign as she said, "Stop!"

I grab Creature's paw. "Good news, one cracked rib but everything else is fine. Bad news is, that he might be the ugliest dog I've ever seen." The old vet laughs. I pretend to plug Creature's ears. He is a very strange dog. A neighbor once called us to tell us a coyote was in our yard, it was creature. A child at the park once called him a hyena. "Regarding your story, I assume you are separating from the monster who hurt this boy?" I quickly nod.

John stopped fussing over Pepper and turned his now very intrigued attention to the snarling animal sitting on top of the man resting in a mess of his own making. Casper whimpered and soiled himself as the beautiful woman in his lap began to shift, but instead of shifting like a normal wolf it seemed like something was wrong or stunted in her transformation, “please by the moon pull her off me, she’s a walker,” he wailed and Mj chuffed a disgusting sounding laugh before she snapped her foaming jaws in his face and Casper squealed as the sight of her mutilated but sharpened teeth flashed across his face. “A number,” he screeched “I call a number and tell them I have goods,” he confessed and M

“Here boy!” There’s a giant ghost hound in my flat, see through tongue lolling out, tail wagging cheerfully. Ghostly slobber dripping onto my carpet, where it vanishes. “Good boy!” I tell him, thinking it a very undignified way to refer to a creature that’s been around for a thousand years or so, if the stories are true. I keep a tin on the mantel, above the fire. I open it and get out a couple of dog biscuits for Bellmouth.

"Oh, you want something more original, Hippo-Twatamus? Cuntasaurus? Twatwaffle? Pussysaurus-Rex? Or maybe just Rex, you know, like a dog? Are those good enough for you?" I think I did an excellent job, but it doesn't look like my frenemy likes any of the ideas presented. His face turns red as if every drop of blood rushed up to his head. I back away and gulp as he moves closer. The next moment, he pins me against the wall, preventing me from trying to escape. Once again, this idiot makes me feel like a bird in a cage. He leans against my neck and whispers, "In a way or two, I am a dog. As for that pussy, I'd kill it, so stop challenging me if you don't want to create a murder scene in those

I turned around to spot a buff man with strong muscles, glaring at me with a sinister smile. “Finally, caught you, sweet cheeks,” He growled at me with a sadistic smile, which gives me creepy vibes. I took a step back and look behind me to see nothing but the forest. The shop was located behind the creep’s back. Suddenly the man in front of me gave me an animalistic growl. I shuddered with fear, was it even possible to make such an inhumane sound. To confirm my doubt, brown fur started to sprout out of his skin, his eyes turned yellow, his canine grew out of his mouth. At this moment I was scared would be an understatement because I was beyond scared.

“He’s got big, flat teeth for chomping on grass and leaves. Which is why it won’t be a quick bite and swallow, it’ll take time. Grinding and chomping and making your body nice and soft so he can get yo’ down. Might have to regurgitate yo’ a couple of times, yo’ look like yo’ might be a little chewy.” She was only a little thing, but as she stood there, it felt like she was getting bigger. And letting off a weird vibe. Killing intent, I’d call it. The dogs sat up, alert. They sensed a threat but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Not the chubby girl, surely?

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