Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

Don’t ask me questions, OK? “Hmm…. Lemme see” I said, "cause i don’t trust those vampires." I frowned. There are 3 things i hate on this planet: Rogues, Liers and VAMPIRES!!! I don’t know why the moon goddess created those creatures, geez! Carl took out a white packet and placed some of it in a straight line on a dish. I sniffed it…. Damn! It was good. How the heck did they get their hands on stuff like this?

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

What, now that you're management, you forgot where you came from? "Besides, worms are packed with protein. Some people can't even buy them. Why are you being so dramatic?" Just like always, she tore me down in front of everyone. Like I would still be dumb enough to believe the lies she dressed up as love.

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.

She was getting a lot of pressure from her family since all of her siblings graduated first in school. I went home after draining all my energy. Tita Annly was gone when I arrived. I looked for food, but there wasn't any. I remembered that Tita Annly doesn't eat at home, so I decided to browse the internet for cooking recipes and instructions to try it. What to cook, Zee? I thought of cooking my favorite Beef Brocolli. But, I only bought ingredients, left it in the fridge, and ate ramen before falling asleep. I woke around seven in the evening. Aae was playing Miserable at Best in speakers. It made me realize we have the same music taste. It's my favourite band.

"12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—" ~MY BOY, I REALLY MISS YOU~ "Fuck!! I swear to god..." Creed bit his own lips to keep himself conscious. "I will burn down this forest one day if you don't stop that shit..." Creed was struggling for some unknown reason. He wanted to look back, but he knew he must never do that. Creed had already read about the Necrosis Forest in Glitch Forum, so he knew what was going on with him. Necrosis Forest was one of the most notorious places in the Glitch. The atmosphere inside the Forest was very creepy.

"Oh come on, you're so boring! There are way too many things to be doing at night instead of just sleeping." Kline always thinks that the reason I often decline his countless invitations to hang out at night is because I prefer sleeping but he couldn't be more wrong. I'm an insomniac. On the nights I have to fight, when I come back home I'm lucky to fall asleep due to exhaustion but the other nights I won't ever fall asleep if I don't do this one particular thing. It's a habit I've developed shortly after I moved here. I write conversations that I would like to have with Mila if she was still there and I even imagine what answers she would give me. The floor of my bedroom is an ocean of disc

Words every girl wants to hear from her captor. He dragged me back down the stairs, the creepy paintings haunting me as I went. "This one is my favorite." He nodded his head to one that belonged in a horror movie. I couldn't even make sense of it, but the feeling it evoked, the cold dread seeping into my skin as he tugged me down the hall back to the morgue he planned on keeping me in.

“Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.” He thinks this is hilarious. But my heart pounds hard against my chest as I realize I’m sitting a few inches from the man who has created the mythical evil that has circulated the human internet. I shake my head. “That’s impossible. You didn’t create those things. You’re lying.” … [i have to admit— i had a problem of wanting to hear only what i wanted to hea

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.