The Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified. I pulled her black stockings apart, revealing her fair long legs. So fair and so soft! I had never seen such beautiful thighs before! I was completely captivated, like a beast, I pinned her down, tearing at her outfit frantically. Before long, the ground was covered with torn stocking pieces and our clothes. The tent was spacious, giving me enough room to move. From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces.

"Which is offensive, honey." I took a second forkful before I could stop myself. I felt gooey and scared, my body betraying me with every bite. The kitchen was warm, the window fogging up from the steam, sealing us into this tiny, domestic world. I watched his hands—the same hands that had pinned me to the wall and held me while I cried. The same hands whose father was the monster at the top of my investigation. "You're quiet," Jax murmured. "I'm eating."

The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enough to keep her distance from him. While she looked for her mate, the creepers blocked the way from the opposite side. The guy was nowhere to be found. Did he escape? It is quite possible as before, survivors leave a bet behind to escape such conditions. “Motherfucker!!!” she cursed inside her head. The level 2 creeper jumped out of the crowd and stood a few meters away from the little survivor. She wasn’t ready and the poisonous tail swept the floor, throwing her into a random jewelry showroom.

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

I chuckle as I think it once more, now bursting into loud diabolical laughter that reverberates around the place and plagues the shriveling human. How humiliating, that I, Andreas Dzehpron will have to bow before the heart of a human and allow them to uplift my affliction. “I must admit, you humans sure never fail my expectations. You have my humble applaud”. My left hand begins to twitch instinctively to my intentions when I step closer to the human and clutch his hair. He groans and whimpers from pain, his face a satisfying replete of terror before the monster who will end his scrawny life.

No doubt, this must be the room where the puppeteer is. I slip back into the shadows and weave my way through the shadows until I am past the door. A knife heads in my direction, and I jump out of the shadows to dodge the attack. “A hunter with a shadow step? Now that’s interesting.” The puppeteer is just like I saw in my vision. He is possessed by one of the sponsors of this exam, and as far as I know, that man is dead. What a fool. He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body.

"Frak frak frak frak--" The Sovereign Corpse Puppet let out a few low and weird foreign words, then violently stood upright like a zombie, and then rushed to the purple-robed old man like lightning, and opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs, biting at his neck. The purple-robed old man was shocked, and under his instinctive reaction, he raised his arm to resist, but he didn't expect the corpse puppet to bite on his wrist, immediately leaving four horrifyingly gruesome blood holes.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

“Jennifer’s body remembers being paralyzed. That memory is a lock. We use it to jam the signal.” Allison, who had been leaning against the wall with arms crossed, finally spoke. “How?” “Tonight,” the grandmother said, her voice dropping to a ritual cadence, “when the moon bleeds red over the ritual grounds that’s when the puppeteer will try to fully claim Jennifer’s body. We meet them there. I’ll walk Jennifer’s spirit back through the door of her own pain remind her bones what it felt like to be still. And while she fights free…” She looked directly at Malcolm, then at me. “You hunt the hand holding the thread.