The Puppeteer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

My life was just simple ,then in just one night , I've encountered different creatures . " I'm a vampire." My eyes widened . The fear suddenly engulfed my body. I want to run but I feel like that I'm being paralyzed. " No scratch that. I'm a half-vampire. Half-human and half-vampire." I only saw this kind of scenes before in movies but now it is in front of me . " So miss, I will asked you again." He looked at me and walked closer. I stepped backward until my back was leaning against the wall. I gulped when he was just inches away from me. This feeling was different. I feel like I'm being drown into his eyes. I couldn't move because he was so close.

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

"I want you to see it. See for yourself what you have done to me." His words made me flinch and the look on his face was pure triumph as he began stroking himself. "Are you scared, sweet vixen?" He taunted. "Do you fear me?" It is at the tip of my mouth to tell him I didn't fucking fear him. But it would be a lie because I was at his mercy and despite the godforsaken pleasure pulsing through me, I knew how shit like this ended. How I would finally succumb to his authority.

she asked, her voice trembling, fear etched on her face. Sly's face turned amused, his eyes glinting with mischief. He smirked, his lips curling up. "Relax, I just wanted to show you our bedroom...Do you like it?" he asked, his voice smooth, his eyes scanning the room. Violet's face turned skeptical, her eyebrows furrowing. She came down from the bed, squeezing herself to the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Sly. "Please let me go, I don't want to be here," she said, her voice pleading, her eyes welling up with tears.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

But that was not what concerned her…. She…It….stood beside Ethan’s crib,her presence chilling Polly to the bone.She smiled,her rotten teeth broken and decayed. “He’s mine,”she said in a low and guttural voice,transfixing Polly with her gaze,”to do with as I please!” ....... “That’s what she wrote?”Marcus said slowly,his expression alternating between shock and disbelief as he cast worried glances at Beth and Ethan,who could do nothing but return his bewilderment. “Its what Polly wrote down,”Beth said.”This spirit appeared in your father's nursery….in some attempt to claim him as her own.”

Baxter's eyes glazed over and he grabbed my hands like an automaton. “Baxter, are you okay?” I panicked. We launched into a series of twists and spins I didn't know existed. His eyes were dead, and a dreamy smile haunted his face. Our peers cackled, embracing the mania that seized the room. The music filled us, making us move in ridiculous ways. Puck roared with laughter, leading the crowd. Even Damien swayed behind the bar, his partner a broken broom. “I've been a puppet, a pauper

It constricted, tightening with relentless pressure until the creature imploded, vanishing in a harmless, silent puff of black smoke. I braced for a psychic shriek, my own energy coiling to form a defensive shield, but there was nothing. The creatures were utterly silent, their focus absolute. Five more clawed their way from the soil, joining the unholy procession and bypassing us completely. The chilling realization dawned on me: they weren't acting on their own. They were puppets. Something, or someone, was pointing them like arrows at a target in Glens Crossing.

Valerie obediently roared and maneuvered the puppet even more aggressively. Meanwhile, Elias climbed as high as he could. Then, he scanned his surroundings with a deep furrow between his brows. Unease gnawed at him. Something was coming. He just knew it. Elias stared hard at the thick blanket of darkness in the distance. "Elias! The puppet's ruined! Do something while I make another! Quick!" Elias clicked his tongue in annoyance. Could it really just be paranoia? Just then, something took form and came running out of the darkness. Elias' eyes rounded as wide as saucers.

That figure was heavily thrown to the ground by him! The other party had not had time to struggle. He had already reached out and grabbed the puppet doll hanging in the air. Those faces shrank back, one by one, at his feet. No one dared to move, and there were no more undead creatures daring to emerge from the well. The puppet doll then realized the horror of the man. She moved her own limbs in a not so coordinated manner and her voice was hoarse: "Who are you, after all?" "Compared to the sacrifices, I am older than you." The man gripped her neck, arrogantly and gracefully: "A demonic spirit from an exile land, dare to call yourself a god?"