The Observer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The girl smiled crookedly and jumped over the reptilian, leaving him confused but the other reptilians joined and ran behind her. The guy ran into one of the streets in the ruined city to hide, meanwhile; the girl crossed random streets to give his companion some time to manage the things before their departure. It’s not the first time that someone from the underworld tried to conquer the ruined and now the creepers are aware of them. She looked back and cursed, “shit!! They are still behind!!!” From the corner of her eye, she noticed something unusual approaching her. It took a while to realise that a level 2 creeper has joined the chat. The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enoug

I called out to my observer, and when this failed to have any effect I added: “You might want to take a picture. It’ll last longer.” For a moment nothing happened, and then I heard something that sounded suspiciously like snickering, though it ended as abruptly as it had begun. There was a pause, and then I heard it: The sound of movement as my observer walked out of the thicket of trees that protected them into the clearing. I let my duffle bag drop to the dirt floor, falling into a fighting position as I watched a towering form step under a beam of moonlight, and even though the identity of my observer didn’t immediately register, I found myself frowning as I peered at them.

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.

Not a single sound to be heard. Fuck. I’m so scared. It feels like I’m in a horror movie. But Jace is much scarier than any ghost or spirit. I’d even rather have a possessed doll in my house than my angry teacher. Breathe. Breathe. Finally leaving the safety of the office behind, I step into the hallway, and the floorboard underneath my foot creaks. I freeze, solid as stone, eyes wide like the moon. I step on the floorboard next to it, hoping, praying, begging that it will stay quiet.

But an important one. Because everything had a purpose. Even this. Her gaze didn’t shift. “We do not ‘want’ as you understand it.” “Then explain it so I do.” Another pause. Then— “We are not invaders.” That made my chest tighten slightly. “Then what are you?” Her lips curved slightly. Not a smile. Something colder. “Observers.” I let out a short, humorless breath. “Observers don’t take over people.” “No,” she agreed calmly. “They awaken through them.”

He was looking straight into the camera, staring right at me, and watching the TV. I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, pressing my back against the wall as I edged toward the door. I looked through the peephole. The hallway was empty, but the moment my eye touched the lens, another eye pressed against it from the other side. He slowly stepped back. A face identical to mine came into view. His smile stretched wider and wider, tearing all the way back toward his ears. And on his feet… Were the same slippers Mrs. Calder next door had been wearing. They were soaked in blood.

The feeling was unnerving, a chilling premonition that something wasn't right. In a quiet corner, near the old grandfather clock that had mysteriously stopped ticking weeks ago, Aurora paused. A shiver ran down her spine. From the shadows, a pair of eyes, dark and intense, watched her. They were hidden, masked by the darkness, yet their presence was undeniable, a palpable weight in the air. Aurora felt a sudden chill, a sense of dread that transcended the usual Dawnsville strangeness. The eyes were cold, devoid of emotion, yet they seemed to pierce through her, reading her very soul.

A club up ahead catches my attention. It's a small little club, with a few tiny shops nearby. I recognize some of them from passing through the other day. A little line of about fifteen to twenty people shuffles through the doors. I watch their excited faces chattering as they enter. I decide to walk past them and go in. Nobody can see me it seems, and I'm starting to feel cold again. Perhaps I can sneak a little energy to keep me comfortable on the way. Kind of a rip off being a ghost and steal being plagued by feelings and needs. I'll have to review this dead thing to Barima to compare experiences. I'd rate this like a three out of ten. Ha!

My hairs stood on end and I felt a strange chill rush through my body- instinctual fear. “What the heck?” I murmured, pressing my hand against the window pane. It definitely wasn't Samael. The presence felt different, in a way that was hard to define. It was gone. I shook my shivers, focusing determinedly on the overhead projection. Could it be my imagination? I'd put the clover juice crap on my eyes again at Samael's behest, figuring it was better to know than not. What lurked out there, that is...

I shook my head, feeling a bit uncomfortable about that truth. “I didn’t know, but now I know. And… I still I’m not quitting.” I responded, with my chin slightly raised up. If my confidence was all I needed to show, then I would give him more than enough. Hopefully that I gain my sight after risking my safety. “Alright. In the land of fear, you’ll encounter tricksters, those who will make your skin crawl…” “The shadow creepers, you mean” Daniel interrupted. “Yeah! The shadow creepers, and a lot more. All these are not just names. They are beings that will scare the lungs out of you, and sometimes, even when you need some help, you might not be able to get it.” The old man enlightened me furt