Novel & Cerita The Observer Creepypasta

it’s just pathetic that my last words would be for this creep. I only wish it could’ve been for my mother or the version of myself in this timeline instead. I was startled to discover that the creep had not moved from his position on top of me. I have the impression that he is taking pleasure in the scene while he watches me perish slowly before his very eyes. As much as I'd like to, I simply can't take it any longer. My body completely succumbed to letting go as I eventually closed my eyes and saw nothing but complete darkness.

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?"

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

Rachel P. O. V. I felt rough fingers gently caress my cheeks. I turned my head to see someone very scary. “Lucifer” I don't know what to do, but I knew to not draw his much attention to myself. He slowly runs his hand through my hair. I close my eyes but suddenly my body twisted around. Crippling fear claws its way through me, wrapping around me like a vice as I take in those soulless eyes. His eyes are dark. I can't decipher the colour from here, but there is barely a distinction between the iris and the pupil. He doesn't move, doesn't blink as he stares me down. They were like smoke blowing in the wind, coming from a fire that burned everything to the ground. The heat of his gaze could set

He wrapped his hand on the back of my neck again, and pressed me down, holding me still as he fucked me with a brutal, relentless pace that left no room for thought, for resistance, for anything but the feeling of being filled, being used, being exactly what he wanted. “Look up,” he said. I didn't understand. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my face to the wood. His hand tightened on my neck. “Look up, Kai. At the camera.” I opened my eyes and did as he asked. The red light was steady as it watched and recorded everything. I knew, somewhere, someone was seeing this; seeing me bent over my desk, pants around my ankles, taking cock like I was born for it. The thought should have horrified m

These women moved in circles she had only read about. Then she felt it. A heavy gaze on the side of her face. She turned slowly. Raymond Coker stood near a pillar, watching her. He hadn’t changed much same cold eyes, same calculating expression except now he wore an expensive tuxedo and his hair had gone almost completely white. He smiled at her. Slow. Familiar. Like they shared a secret. Liora’s stomach dropped. The room spun for a moment. Memories she had tried to bury rushed back the fear, the running, the stepfather’s threats.

Rebecca lay back against the soft pillows in the master bedroom, her sundress already pulled up around her waist. The room was quiet except for the low sounds coming from her laptop. She had propped it on the bed beside her. On the screen, a woman was on her knees in front of a powerful man, obeying his every command. Rebecca’s cheeks burned with shame, but she could not stop watching. Her right hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding slowly up and down her wet slit. Her left hand held the edge of the sundress higher, exposing her smooth pussy completely.

"I am the one who has been watching you since the moment you were born. I am the one who saw your mother's sacrifice. Your father's grief. Your rise to power. I am the one who has been waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For you to see me." I confront the Observer in the great hall. The torches flicker. The shadows dance. I stand alone, the Sun Blade in my hand, the marks on my wrist blazing with light. "Show yourself," I command. The shadows coalesce. A figure emerges. Not a wolf. Not a being. Something in between. A shape of pure darkness, with eyes that hold the light of a thousand stars. "I am the Observer," it says. "I am the one who watches. The one who records. The one who remembers."

I waited for few seconds before slipping inside. The temperature dropped instantly, cold air wrapped around me as I walked deeper underground. The hall way long endlessly ahead, lowly lit light bulbs hanging on the celling. Rusted pipes up on the celling with water dripping somewhere nearby. Then I noticed it. Blood. Dark stained marked parts on the floor, my breathing became hard. What was this place? Another voice echoed almost near me but angry this time. “you think tarente will protect you this time around?” a woman cried softly. I froze, the sound came from a heavy metal door, down the corridor. My heart began beating violently against my ribs, they were more breathing people down here.