Tv Tropes Creepypasta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for

“You know about the animated corpses,” I gasped. “The animated what?” she asked, incredulously. “The corpses that go missing from the morgue in the hospital and are seen walking around at night.” “You know,” she gasped. She reached across the table and took my smooth, slender hand in her aged and bony one. “Peter told me that someone came and stole Jacob Tripp’s body from your morgue. I wanted to forewarn you about it. The bodies show up missing than then return like zombies.”

“It wasn’t just the spook. Off in the woods where I went for safety there were things. Things old and awakened. Things waiting for the end of the world and becoming impatient. They got senioritis, because it’s soon to happen.” Jon remembered. He remembered the sensations of doom emanating from the cemetery visions. There was no arguing it away. “What kind of things?” he asked. “Things with ragged shapes, like half-torn shadows puffed up with poisonous gas and sickly yellow spots of light puncturing through. That’s all I could see. There was more to them, I could feel it, but my eyes couldn’t take it in.” His head shook compulsively as he spoke. As if he were fighting some primeval instinct t

What the fuck is he talking about? I yank away from him and turn, giving him a shove to put distance between us. “You are so creepy,” I tell him with distaste. “I thought you were a wolf, not a fucking bloodsucker,” I add more to my insults. He still smiles, turning into a chuckle. I have no clue why he thinks it’s amusing to be called a creep. Maybe they didn’t know what creep meant. “Did your ancestors tell you nothing about our kind?” Cree asks curiously.

It resembled a tree but darker and slimmer. I ran towards it, hoping I could hide there, but froze at the sight of its glowing eyes. "A Vesperis," I uttered, trembling with fear. Vesperis are shape-shifting creatures that feed on fear and despair. They could sense the guilt and pain in one's heart, inducing vivid nightmares of their deepest fear, a method they used to claim lives. This was what emptied the camp. These creatures were often used to instill discipline in us when we were young. I never thought they were real.

At the alpha's office in the police station, Wendy explained how Xavier tricked her into coming with him and her time with the doctor. He would make her listen to hours-long speeches about the new world order he intended to create and make her a part of, watch as he experimented on rogue wolves and vampires, threatening to let them rip her apart if she ever left her room. “Then today he came and got me out of my room looking panicked,” she explained, getting to the part James wanted to hear most.

A vampire-werewolf hybrid, a creature of darkest legend. "I trust you're feeling better, little one?" His deep voice had this velvety quality that should have sounded seductive but instead sent a tingle of dread up my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servant lady had gone ramrod straight, her eyes wide like a scared rabbit's. She gave a feeble nod and started babbling something about offering me broth. But Mr. Tall, Pale and Creepy didn't even spare her a glance. "You very nearly didn't survive your...journey to my lands," he went on in that unnerving tone.

It could likely nourish living creatures, even mutate them, like the tiger he had encountered under Pax Jaric's home. As Frank flung the centipede on the ground and crushed it under his foot, he and Sylvie heard a strange, repetitive crack. Then, as Sylvie gaped, the corpse suddenly stood up. Its flesh was peeling off—a sight that was more disgusting than frightening. Sylvie was used to seeing corpses, but this was still a first. In fact, she would have turned and vomited if she was not a professional. That was when Frank put his hand gently on the corpse's brow. "Be good now. Stay dead."

He heard something moving towards them with their feet going click, clack, and felt the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He moved back a few steps and then suddenly something jumped out of the shadows and... ********* Some things I like to make clear, there was a plot for the world the Mc transmigrated into, it was supposed to be the cliche campus love story, we all read at some point but the Original soul created the zombie apocalypse hence it derailed & the Female lead died. The Mc: He is zombified meaning he is not a human, he's almost like a vampire but not, he needs to drink human blood to survive and if goes too hungry he must eat human flesh(don't worry that's gonna happen to