Wendell Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Following that, those villagers were too afraid to go outside at night. Each night, they lived in intense fear. At this point, the old man was sweating profusely while looking very scared. He continued, “To be honest with you, all the villagers in Dundeeville have died as early as two months ago. No one dares to approach that village since then, even during the daytime. During the night, monsters wander the streets of the village.” After listening to the old man’s story, Tyr was astounded deep down. In this case, there was no doubt that these things that roamed at night were the undead.

Jévon Ward. Oh, we were going to have fucking words the next time I saw him. If he thought, I was just some cheap hump-and-dump he had another thing comin— WOAH! "So, uh, we're here?" There was an impressive collection of security deposits with a large vault door bigger than a hill giant smack dab in the middle. The room was lit with torches as opposed to the electrical lights in the rest of the building. The air musty quality of the air, plus the limestone stalactites dripping down from the roof, made this feel less like a vault and more like some vampire's cave tomb. "It should be in box bHX40030. Just uh give me a moment to get up there."

“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.”

If anything, I think it felt even worse than it did before. “Um, I think something is wrong.” Cedric whispered. I looked over at him. His hand looked just like my leg. Blue and crystallized. “What’s happening?” I asked. “I’ve seen this before in a book.” Oz looked horrified. “It’s called Tantra Chill. It crystallizes the skin and it spreads until the whole body is crystallized.” “So how do you get rid of it?” Penn questioned. “That’s the thing Beta Penn...you don’t. Anyone who has ever had it has died.”

It was not supposed to be possible, this was not the Bane Serpent which could be killed by any means, this was a cursed Wendigo, a vengeful spirit trapped in the body of a powerful wolf, it was supposed to be unstoppable, unless… “Baylor!” she yelled. Baylor came through the front door in seconds, his eyes wide in anticipation, he was expecting to see some sort of danger. Lady Cecile got up from the tub, her naked body dripping with water. Baylor’s eyes widened before he looked to the floor, averting his gaze and swallowing hungrily. Lady Cecile didn’t pay no mind to his averted gaze or the fact that he had witnessed her nudity, she walked casually to where her towel hung, her entire body wa

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

Author: Phil Hore This girl was real trouble!” Halloween 1950. When a womanising werewolf, Sebastian Vulk, is sent out to investigate the disappearance of Shelby Lydekker from the estate of General Mark McQueen, the last thing he expected was to enter the dark, terrifying world of a supernatural killer. While waiting for his partner, Vulk is attacked, finds the victims left by the murderer, and tries to save the soul of a curly haired vision, seemingly trapped on the estate.

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!

Soon, the carriage drove in to be welcomed in the Underworld, there where a family of ancient, abandoned creatures dwell. The carriage drove past rocks that had lava oozing down leisurely so. It has been a year since Wendell had gone to his 'hideout' after a show he had pulled in that year— that published him as a judas to the underworld. His body suddenly felt heavy shortly after the door was opened. "It's time Sir!" The driver slightly bowed as his hand clutched at the door handle. Wendell now wished he did not come while at the same a voice kept reminding him of his goal. He swallowed his fear down to his stomach— where it was at earliest automatically altered into a boast.

She glanced over at Kaileeh, who was staring at Rian. “Is there a lake nearby?” Jillie asked, now looking at me. I nodded. “You didn’t lose it. You just didn’t follow the rain.” “What?” Garret asked. “It was a Wendigo,” she said. “A Wendigo?” Rian asked. “Yep.” “What makes you think that, Doll?” Mason asked.