Stripes Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

It’s been a month since the incident with George Lucas. She had not seen Doug since he left Purple Spade, and Maxine was relieved that he did not put his threat into action. Maxine stopped by the road next to Purple Spade and lit a cigarette. It has been her routine since she started working as a stripper. She was about to flick the cigarette butt when a silver Chrysler Pacifica stopped next to her. Before she could react, a burly man jumped out, grabbed her arm, and covered her mouth.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

“Well, once again, thank you, Sheriff Platoon, but I'd better get him cleaned up, as my Aunt Rose instructed.” “Yeah, no problem. I’ll check back in a few days. Hopefully, he’ll be conscious then.” When she heard the door close, Autumn turned back; now it was just her and the stranger in the room. She looked again at the pale stripes. Where are you from? Autumn wondered. She reached out to touch the stripes, and they began to give off heat in response. She quickly pulled her fingers away. The strange man raised many questions in her mind, mainly about why he was in this condition.

The thought came like lightning and sent a shiver down his spine. Mrs. Brown's cruel plan unfolded before Vicky's eyes: she had orchestrated this brutal scene to break his spirit and assert her control. The men mercilessly stripped Sandra of her clothes, pushing her to the ground as they sneered, their evil intentions clear. Sandra's anguished cries and screams pierced the air, but none to listen, leaving Vicky shattered and helpless. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the horror, but the sounds only intensified his anguish and fear. Vicky struggled against his restraints, desperate to save Sandra, but his efforts were futile.

I was planning on getting Stephanie to d=give me another of her strip dances tonight, I had picked out a lingerie set that included a mask for her to wear. The picture in my mind as she wore it wrapping her body around the pole was turning me on, everything she fucking does was a turn on. I heard voices my mind thinking Stephanie had started without me. Fuck! That would be so fucking hot, to walk in on her pleasuring herself, seeing her fingers coated in my cum as she plunges them inside of her only to lick them clean after. I headed to the door before frowning. There were two voices there, both I knew, I pressed my ear to the door trying to see make out what they were saying. ‘What the fuck

He lets out a shaky breath before saying, "Look, I don't want to be here, so how about we skip the sex part until it's time for me to leave." Hands on my hips, I scoff. "I am not here to have sex with you," I tell him. "I am just here to strip for you." He still has his back on me, what an odd one. I think to myself. Why pay money if wasn't planning on doing anything to me, a low gasp leaves me when I realize that he might be one of those men who have weird fetishes and desires. But then again, he might just be a poor soul whose friends spent a little too much for him to experience something fun.

My breath came in ragged gasps, my lungs burning from the effort. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and the uncanny feeling of being watched, engulfed me. I hastened my steps through the gloomy road, hoping to get away from whatever was lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, a terrifying roar echoed through the streets, making my skin crawl. I glanced over my shoulder, but saw nothing. Yet, the sensation of being watched grew stronger. I picked up speed, my legs pumping furiously. The creature emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing like embers. I couldn't make out its features, but its presence filled me with dread.