Treasure Island Creepypasta Novels & Stories

to the perks of this place. “I found hardly anything,” I say. “Just one picture. It looks like it’s really old.” Brynn nods so hard it’s a wonder her head doesn’t fall off. “And it’s in the middle of a river, on an island. A ton of people have gone missing from there.” A chill passes through me. “What? When?” “Just over the decades.” She chews her bottom lip. “And supposedly it’s haunted, too.” My gaze falls to my slip-on sneakers. For the millionth time, I wonder why my dad chose this for me.

“And get this—there was a whole group of tourists, like, a year ago? They all vanished here. Poof. The island ate them. That’s the secret. If we can catch anything on live stream, we’ll blow up. Our channel is so boring. This is our ticket.” So that’s my cover. A small-time streamer, here for clickbait and ghosts. I file it away. I don’t answer. I turn to look at the ocean, at the serene, sun-dappled waves rolling beside the ferry. My blood goes cold. Just beneath the surface, shadowing the hull, is a seething, dense cloud of small, pale shapes. Dozens. Hundreds. They have wide, unblinking eyes and mouths full of needle-thin teeth, opening and closing in silent unison. They aren’t fish. They

Chris asks the blue parrot staring at her. "There" the blue parrot retorts pointing at a spot a little bit far away from them. "Are you sure that's the spot? Cause I see no sea anywhere around here. Isabella was buried years ago on a beach." "It is God Chris. Lilith out of anger that Isabella was taken away from her dried up the sea and scattered the beach making it be what you see now. She made it to be this deserted."

It echoed through the trees, vibrating in their chests, reminding them of a heartbeat—only slower, heavier, unnatural. Jenna stiffened, her eyes scanning the black horizon. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. Mateo clutched his rosary, his lips moving silently before words escaped. “Dios mío… It’s drums. Someone’s out there.” Steeve The rhythm crawled under his skin, icy and unrelenting. He remembered an article he once read, half-dismissed at the time: stories of isolated islands, untouched by civilization, where tribes preserved rituals of blood and fire. Cannibalism, the word whispered now, gnawed at his thoughts. His throat dried, his body tense. “This isn’t just animals,” he muttered, vo

Orester whispered as he had to make another cake for a customer as he stood up. “What is that?” All the children gathered around him as he smirked looking at Myelin who wanted to take away her daughter. “People say that the west Island is consumed by some kind of dark soul that changed their people into something else. They are called…” Orester was saying but he was again cut off not by Myelin but by the noises of the people coming from the cost. “Dark Spades are here.” “We are under attack.” “Run for your lives.” “Dark Spades.” Orester mumbled to himself as Myelin grabbed the hand of name and ran away to find a shelter.

This was all him, this was all the weird evil man baby. I stopped running and fell to the ground panting. My heart was beating like it was about to leave my chest and I had not noticed until now but I was the only one on the streets. it was completely deserted. Where did all the humans go? Did he kill them all? or were we in another world? his world. What even was he? or it?

It should be! Should I open it? Should I? Or should I change my clothes first? Nevermind. I should open it now. I'm so excited! I always read about mystery and some of them is detective stories and there will be always about treasure chest! I read some of it. They were in an island and there was a game about finding treasures. On the way they solved many cases before actually finding the 'real' treasure but when they arrive, there were poisons surrounding the area ended up the people who organize the game was thieves who wants to take the treasure that is left by the owner of the island!

Jill reassured him. “So, what’s the catch?” Wren said. “There is no catch. I worked in the school library for a long time and people only ever used it for spreading rumours so I know what you love. This island is a dream come true for you, I promise. It’s just a slightly eccentric island with a few rules that are ruled over by a giant sentient jellyfish who lives in an underground shrine directly underneath the hospital.” Jill explained.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

he urged with a hint of desperation in his voice. I looked at the doorway and back at him. “Well.. I’m not going anywhere..” He relaxed a little more before speaking again. “You know,” he began, “I remember on the high seas, yeah.. the Hispaniola, she was a beauty. I had a map. And it led me to.. well, to treasure, of course,” he stops to laugh at his joke. But there were others after it too, the scurvy dogs. I had to be careful, keep my sense sharp and be at alert. That’s when I said it.. dead men tell no tales. How apt!” he punctuated with a laugh.