The Observer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream but that would only worsen the situation. I got to my knees and crawled on the wet wooden ground,I crawled to the window where I could see two long shadows,they seemed to be having a conversation, I couldn’t hear Mia but the man's voice I could hear, he sounded worried and distressed. From time to time I saw the shadows come very close like they were holding, I could hear the man's voice rise from time to time. The conversation sounded like a man and his woman having issues.

There wasn't much light except for a dim yellow light that emanated from a fancy lamp. Her eyes popped out of their sockets and her mouth dropped open in pure shock when she saw what she saw. A girl was crouched over the table whereas a man which she recognized to be Mr. Serrano, was bumping his lower part into her repeatedly. Now she was not that naive to not understand what was going on. Freya had told her a thing or two about intercourse. Her cheeks flushed red and her heart started racing with she couldn't recognize what; perhaps embarrassment, nervousness, anxiety as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her naive eyes. She wanted to sprint away but her feet remained rooted to the

I could hear soft breathing then something nudged my hip painfully- a questioning prod from the shadows; I immediately shirked away from the sadistic touch the best that I could. “Hmm. It does seem so.” This was the same voice from earlier, but this time it was all warmth drained by lack of compassion. I was not sure if the speaker could even be human considering the fact that they were speaking to themselves they may as well be deranged as well. “Well, let us gaze upon her visage.”

Gone. The darkness that followed was instant and absolute. Adrian froze. He waited for the hum of the refrigerator to return, the click of lights flickering back on. Nothing. His phone’s flashlight offered weak illumination as he stumbled to the fuse box. All switches were in place. No reason for the outage. Then his phone buzzed. A new message. Unknown Number: “I told you I see everything. Even your fear.”

Because that’s what you do when ghosts from the past show up pretending they still belong. I climbed the stairs two at a time, needing space away from Matteo’s easy charm, away from the forced smiles and polite introductions. My room was at the far end of the hall, overlooking the ocean. The view should’ve been calming, but all I saw was Matteo’s shadow lingering in the back of my mind. I tossed my bag onto the bed, running a hand through my hair. I could still hear faint voices downstairs Matteo laughing, Luca chiming in, Eloise’s softer tone mixed in between. I hated how his presence filled every corner of a room, even when he wasn’t there.

Abby and her other colleagues are gone already. "Gosh, can I find a cab by this time?" Hailey muttered to herself as she walked along the street. Her house is still far from this place, she can't possibly trek home. A car stopped just beside her, she faced the car in confusion but her expression changed immediately the glass winded down and she saw Charles. "Who are you? A stalker?" "You don't know me?" Charles asked in surprise. "Of course, I know you're nothing but a pervert"

Her eyes were bright, almost sparkling in the dim, smoky atmosphere, and Alli felt a stab of something sharp and ugly. The engine coughed, sputtering to life, the sound ripping through Alli like a shard of glass. The truck's taillights glowed a !erce, angry red, then slowly began to shrink as it pulled away, disappearing into the night. They didn't look back, not even once. A cold dread seeped into Alli's bones. Maybe they didn't know she was there, standing in the shadows, half-hidden by theold brick wall. Or maybe—and this thought burned like acid—they just didn't care. Alli

Upon awakening, the lower level of the Observer gave a clear response. Not procedural this time. Personal. Every connected mind was affected by its whispered voice: ". We didn't want to silence them.’ The. The upper layer immediately reacted: Deviation detected. But the lower layer continued: Expansion exceeded survivable recursion parameters. Amina clenched her fists. “You keep saying that!”. The lower layer paused. Then, for the first time—. It showed them. The Catastrophe Beyond the Observer. The visions changed instantly. Not civilizations now. Something larger.

I move my hand away from my mouth and stare down at my blood. What happened? My vision blurs and I stop, grabbing onto the wall. What is going on? I feel the shift in the energy around me and I find myself looking into the crypt once again, my blood running cold when I see the evil Crawler sitting in the corner, watching me as if he was waiting for me. My heart thunders when I realise he doesn’t look surprised… it’s almost like he knew I’ll appear. His mouth widens in what might be a sinister smile, but only makes fear envelop me.

He kisses my cheek and opens the door. Without warning, the stench of rotting flesh hits my nostrils like a crashing wave and I have to cover my mouth with the sleeve of my cloak. The room is fully lit and when I scan to my left, I see a single white sheet draped over the shoulders of someone or something sitting very still in a metal chair. To the right, I take quick inventory of a wooden table with two lit candles, a wooden cross, several bottles of holy water and three white crystals. "Hello, queen." A deep, guttural, male voice says from under the white sheet. "Come to play again?"