The Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

] [Poltergeist: My whole world just got wrecked! [The Hungry Dead: Forget this food. Lemme hug Granny for safety!] I snickered at their dumbstruck faces and slowly made my way down. “Look at yourselves! Why are you all hanging around here? Get on with your business! “Chloe, keep that coat on. Don’t catch a cold! Hungry boy, are you hungry again? Come on, let’s head downstairs. I’ll fix you some hot pickled cabbage soup! “And you!” I pointed at the poltergeist.

“Look into my eyes and ask me that again, Andrea. What did you think your good husband do to me? Is this not removing me from your life?” Andrea blinked as if thinking, but the man only snorted. He then glanced at the clock at the side. “I am the answer to your stupid riddle. Then again, you’re still left with another question. Now that you know the answer, it’s up to you how to do it. How good of a magician are you, Andrea Pearce? How good are you at creating things out of thin air?”

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn’t a doll puppet? Or you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seems have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, “A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intention and request. I’m not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having a quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

Rolling my shoulders, I crept towards him. As I approach him, I see he turns to leave, but before he could open the door, I snap my fingers and freeze him on the spot. He couldn’t move, neither speak. I was ordering him to turn around. I saw his eyes turn into complete fear. I loved this. Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “How about I turn you into my puppet? That would be better, right? Then, no one would know who you are, and you will do as I say so.”

Chalida wheezed, her voice thin. Pim looked down at her own hand. It was still gripping a small fragment of the broken tablet. The screen was flickering, barely holding onto power, but the data—the source code they had tried to protect—was still there, pulsing weakly in the corner of the display. "No," Pim said, her voice heavy with a terrible realization. "It’s not gone. It just moved out." From the shadows of the terrace, a familiar, distorted hum began to rise. A dozen more shadows emerged from the stairwell—not one puppet, but a small army of them. Each one wore the face of a person they had known, a person they had discarded, a person they had hurt.

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

I was also dry and spotless. Maybe it was just a dream. ‘I am an asshole…’ I covered my face with my hands. How could I have such a dream? Did I secretly wish for something like that to happen? “Cara, are you awake?” The pager in the coat hanging on the rack rang. I walked to the rack and took out the caller. “I just woke up. What’s going on?” Claire’s voice came with a smile. “We did it. We created a new, less toxic individual. Wiles is saved… I mean, I want to invite you to see the new synthetic creature. Your father is on his way back…”

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

I extended my hand, ready to pluck it from the forest floor when a sudden movement from the bushes caught my eye. Before I could react, a puppet leapt out, its swift and fierce movements accompanied by a suffocating stench. The creature was upon me in an instant, its eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Watch out!" Athena warned loudly, but it was too late. The puppet, like black lightning, pounced on me with a terrifying ferocity. The weight of its body pinned me to the ground, and I nearly lost my grip on the herb. Its claws dug into my shoulders, and its sharp teeth snapped dangerously close to my throat. I couldn’t let this puppet stop me—not when we were so close.

Even if you’re safe in your slumber spot for the day, you feel it. She laughs, quite obnoxiously and it makes my stomach churn. Nearly like the cackle of a witch who is underestimated and about to do some major shit. The male who’d been rubbing her down gets up and goes to a nearby chair to sit. He’s human, and likely her pet of the week. Some sort of … panther shifter perhaps.