The Observer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

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.

You will live a happy life if your heart is filled with gratefulness and clear from jealousy. *** The toilet lights were flickering. Occasionally, the hiss sound was heard when the light in there getting darker. It was as if to be a sign of the presence of astral beings. They were accompanying the steps of three women who were approaching Qeiza. Aleta—with two of her women—stood three steps away from Qeiza. Her scornful grin looked so creepy under the dim light.

If only she knew the fact that I wanted to kiss her at that moment because her lips looked like they were inviting me somehow. I fast-forwarded it until I reached the scene when I started leaning my face closer to her. It was when she was so gorgeous that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. But soon after, my body went cold and sweated with dread while watching, despite the air-conditioned control room. My heart thumped faster and louder as I was muted with unknown terror. My eyes even grew wide in horror. The actual footage showed that it was me who stood up and mindlessly went towards the direction of the sea. Drey followed after even though she was badly injured.