Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

"It’s called ‘Worst Meal, Best Story.’ You tell me about the worst thing you’ve ever eaten, but it has to come with a great story." I laugh. “Oh, this is easy.” "Hit me.” “Okay.” I say, leaning forward. "Picture this – a tiny food stall in Bangkok, in the middle of the night. I’m starving, and I see this guy selling what looks like skewered meat. Smells amazing. So, I order two." Frank nods, clearly intrigued. "And?" "I take one bite and immediately regret all my life choices." "Bad seasoning?" “Worse. It was fermented scorpion.”

Casper was heady with the hedonistic direction this weekend seemed to be taking. "I do," Anima gave me a droopy, somewhat sexy smile. "I don't believe you," I chuckled. "That's okay because I don't find you all that interesting anyway. Casper here is a peach...you...you would pay for the experience of using a stick to push a dying person's head beneath the quicksand - the more they trusted you, the happier you would be. Casper doesn't believe it, but you and I know it's true." The blazing necrophiliac wasn't put off in the least.

A few tried and failed‚ their wolves forcing their heads down before their pride could stop it. "You just called your Alpha a pervert. In his own boardroom. In front of his own pack." I tilted my head slightly. "Based on what‚ exactly? A newspaper article?" Hargrove opened his mouth but I raised a finger to stop him. "That article‚" I said‚ "claimed that I went into a fourteen-year-old girl's room ten years ago." I looked around the table slowly. Making eye contact with every single wolf present. "I did." A murmur rippled through the room. Wolves exchanged glances. Someone inhaled sharply.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me." Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…" Exactly. I killed Edgar. As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring. Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

I shiver with how amazing it tastes. And with how shameful and self-indulgent food eating is considered among Vampyres. Not even living among the Humans has beaten the belief out of me. Not even watching Anna scarf down three cups of instant udon noodles at two a.m. because she felt “a bit peckish.” “This is so undignified. Can you please not tell anyone and throw my corpse in the lake after I run myself through the garbage disposal, which I’m going to do right now?” His lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. “You’re embarrassed.”

I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right