Novel & Cerita The Observer Creepypasta

Seraphina Vellaro – POV The days after his lesson in the observation room passed with a new, chilling rhythm. Lucian was a ghost in the periphery of my world, his presence announced only by the shift in air pressure when he entered the study, the scent of sandalwood that lingered after he left. He did not pace. He did not loom. He observed my work with the detached focus of a scientist studying a particularly complex organism.

it's quite and thrilling to watch as fear kicks in, their eyes widen, body shook, falling to their kneels and begging for mercy while watching the light leave their eyes, laying lifeless in a pool of their own blood. Sitted on a chair opposite my victim in most the expensive and notoriously known club for the powerful and wealthy. I watch him silently thinking of the different things I'm going to enjoy doing to him, I have been deprived of that feeling for a while now. He is being entertained by two strippers on both of his side without knowing his life is about to be cut short in the next few hours.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

A skinny little girl could be seen in the middle of the commotion, she was chained by her body hands/ waist/ neck/ by golden huge chains. A confused and invisible Taika was rooted in the air watching the all commotion from the start and couldn't help but feel the familiar strange feeling the place brought to her, like she been here before. The strange dimensions was eeire and was that of a chilly autumn breeze, The most creepy thing about the place was how the golden chains was growing bigger like it's was absolving life for the little girl who was now a full grown woman.

I sat at the chair, feeling drain. Now, I'm sure that someone's making fun of me... But I'm feeling odd. I don't want to think that I have astalker so, just making fun of me is enough. I scanned the whole room. Everyone's busy, suddenly, my eyes landed on the door. I saw a man wearing a black hoodie. It covers its whole face aside from its lips that suddenly curve up. I was about to run over him when he ran when I imagine someone with that smirk...

Chapter 30 It's midnight and I'm still yet to fall asleep. A lot of things have been running through my mind and all effort to get some sleep have proven abortive. Even if I wanted to shut my mind out of all distractions and get some sleep, I couldn't do it as I always found my mind drifting off. For hours, I've been having the delusion that someone is watching me, I feel like I'm being watched by an unknown creature and I must confess that it's really driving me to the edge of craziness. Why would anyone watch me? It's late in the night and everyone should be asleep, right?

Chloe was giggling softly, one hand lazily trailing over her sister’s sticky skin. And Judge Monroe stood over them, cock softening, body drenched in their moans and cum. But then A small red light blinked above the mirror. Camila blinked. Focused. A camera. Then… a faint mechanical click to the left. A panel in the wall slid open. Camila gasped, jerking upright, cum still dripping from her cunt. Behind the mirrored glass—figures. Silhouettes. Still. Watching. Silent. An audience. She spun to face Monroe, voice cracking.