The Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Not a single trace of regret touched his handsome features; there was only a hollow emptiness that suffocated his ego. He poured more wine into a fresh goblet and knocked back several glasses consecutively. On the carpet, the woman who had been pretending to sleep now lay rigid as a corpse, holding her breath to avoid drawing any attention. Meanwhile, the girl on the bed buried herself deeper beneath the sheets, her body shaking soundlessly in the dark. No one dared to move. No one dared to make a sound. The room, once thick with artificial intimacy, had warped into a den of pure terror.

The more she realized that Marge was a rather scary woman , she could actually sell a ten year old to a disgusting place without batting an eye and there was the thing with the puppet that fell out of her body . If she was correct , the last attempt was failed when she killed the man who was sent out to instill that puppet in her body then where did this puppet came from ? When she returned home , she has quite carefully examined it and that puppet was quite different from the one that fell out from Sabrina 's body . It looked new and clean and there was no scent of rotting meat or blood , which could only mean one thing - the puppet was instilled in her body just recently .

I understand they rely on human blood to survive, but why do they continue using those dead people as puppets and enslaved people? The woman I saw earlier is the one with the pure black hair I invited to dinner the last time, the one who ignored me, and now I know why she ignored me, why all the other maids ignore me, and why they have lifeless eyes, it's because they're dead. Danrious is in charge of them, so I must speak with him. But I still can't just accept the scenario I saw earlier, where her shoulders up to her lower body have turned violet like she's been dead for ages but hasn't decayed yet.

That until he reached the very end. Ayaan Caddel, Brother of Uriel Caddel A werewolf. Whereabouts: Missing But then the missing was underlined with a red sharpie and above written in handwriting was ‘Appalachians’. He looked at the picture and his heart almost jumped out. It was a picture of a boy who didn’t look older than 7. He choked out a sob as he flicked through the pages to find out that most of the children from his pack were not harmed and they went missing.

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

He never expected me to know all about his little schemes. Frankly, I had believed him at first, but I received another private message at around 5:00 am. The profile picture was a cartoon character dressed as a young priest. He told me Poppy was a shadow cat, the lowest form of life-swapping magic. The solution was simple—just kill the cat. I did not believe it at first and thought he was a scammer. However, later, when I was in the cab, I found the tracking device. That made me suspicious, so I had my best friend prepare a realistic baby doll for me to carry around. Then, I left Ella with my friend, who took her to my parents.

She felt strange at first but she can manage when time went by. McClain brought me to the empty container inside the ship where he kept the pawns inside. When I opened it, all of them were screaming for help and crying. I closed it again and told McClain that he did a very good job. " Now, your job is done and let her walked on her own. Tonight, she's going to haunt anyone she like but except you!" My eyes sparkled in excitement. Tomorrow is going to be a bloody day for all of us, vampires.

Oh how it was all crazy, but then what could Logan do other than just sit and wait for the moment the two women came to the realization of the one horror that they hated? Sighing, Sandra carefully pulled the door open and when she did see her nana on the other side of the door, she just let out a sigh as she stared at her traumatized best friend holding on to Logan for dear life. This all seemed like some sort of sick joke, but Sandra knew that there was more to it. She had hated this reality the previous day and he nana seemed to not get the memo. "I thought I told you to not seek me out, huh? What the fuck are you doing here?” Sandra asked her nana while Gemma stared at Logan like she was

That is when they splash another bucket of saltwater on me which reached my legs, making my scraped flesh sting. It felt as if I am poked with thousand needles until it reaches my bone. “Prepare her arm,” the one with the cat whip said. Inside this cell, there are 3 werewolves having fun torturing me. I am planning on attacking these men once they remove the cuff of my hands, there’s nothing to lose with trying. As they are removing the rope that ties my hands, I immediately grabbed the neck of the one who removed the rope on my hands and swiftly put the rope on his neck.