Stripes Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I should have known no single anyway. Am sweating so badly right now. O.M.G! Hello? An Eyes staring at me with searching with hunger and thirst for blood. The door Creak opened a little bit. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I saw eye that are blood colored or .....am paranoid. Before I new it I passed out again. The strange creature dragged J.J body to their master, while he was still passed out. Michael POV Humm... I thought heard J.J voice just now. That idiot better not be playing around. What's this? A Mask and blade?

The contrast hit me like a drug: sweet, church-going Maya versus the disgusting p**n whore Lila Rose who got paid to take cock after cock while moaning for her stepfather. “Strip,” Victor repeated, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding my cunt. “Show Daddy exactly what kind of rotten little cumdump you’ve been hiding under that good-girl act.” My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my sundress. I pulled it over my head in one shaky motion, revealing my full, heavy tits—still marked with faint bruises from the studio—and my soaked lace panties. Victor’s eyes darkened with raw hunger.

“But it’s pretty expensive, you know? So I got to find another work.” I don’t know I feel kinda comfortable sharing Atlas my personal problems. I didn’t know him at all. He was a stranger, but oddly enough, I just knew he was someone who wouldn’t pity me on this situation. I really hate being pitied. What I need at most is someone who will listen and help sort things out. I don’t need sympathy because it will do nothing.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.

He let out a dark chuckle and adjusted himself in his seat while I dropped to the floor and spread my legs before coming back up slowly, He licked his lips, and I took this as a sign to straddle his lap. "Let me see your breasts and I'll give you 5,000 dollars" He spoke keeping his hands on his sides trying his best not to touch me as you weren't allowed to touch strippers at this club. "I don't do that sir" I state roaming my hands over his broad shoulders and he smirks. "I'll give you 10,000, I won't touch I just want to see" He says and I notice a

We named him Stripe because he has a black stripe that runs the length of his spine, and he is fast. The ride has been smooth for the past hour, he is my last one for the day and then it will be time to head home. Just as I am about to turn him to head home, I feel his muscles stiffen and his stance becomes wary. I watch him and see his ears twitching as his head turns to each side searching around us. “Come on, walk on.” I try to give him some light encouragement, but his feet are rooted to this spot and now I can feel his body shaking as adrenaline begins flooding his system. I know he is sensing a predator nearby, but there is nothing in sight, then I hear it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.” He set his phone down on the table before walking toward the kitchen. The whistle of the coffee maker filled the room. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the chaos in my head. Wendy. Sabrina. My father. Everything knotted together like barbed wire. Then faint music drifted up. Scott’s phone screen lit up with moving bodies, and despite myself, I leaned closer. My eyes widened. Male strippers. Performing in a Los Angeles club. “What the…” The phone nearly slipped from my hand as Scott stormed back in and snatched his device away.

Her body trembled as a wave of panic surged through her. Suddenly, her skin began to crawl, literally. She gasped, clutching at her back, the spot where the mark had been made. It felt like something moved under her skin, like tiny, invisible tendrils were twisting beneath the surface. Cold fingers. Crawling. “Stop…” she whispered, her voice breaking. The whispers grew louder, more insistent. “YOU SHOULD SCREAM” “BURN IT DOWN.” “HE'LL NEVER SAVE YOU.”

Come alone. This was the message Adrian had sent through the window, right into my room. He was a shadow that appeared in sunlight and disappeared when darkness overlapped. As soon as I reached the place, Adrian was standing and waiting for me, except, he was looking battered. “Adrian,” I called out, “What’s the matter!” He turned to me, silently, and showed me his neck. He was looking strange and to my utmost terror, the black stripes on the side of his neck had spread faster than I could have ever imagined.

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.