Treasure Island Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

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.

“But you must move quickly. You have walked this island too long. The beasts are out for you now.” “One more thing,” it said, and the space around me grew faint. “If you fail to leave before the next moonrise, the island will become your grave. The pup cannot hold them forever.” I clenched my fists. “I understand.” “Then wake, Pelasgus.” The space around me cracked. Cracked — splintering like glass, lines of silver webbing across the fog. Light poured through them. Blinding. Burning almost. I shut my eyes. Then—

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."