Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

My best friend is bad luck. "Don't be negative. "See you tomorrow then." And thanks for this, really. - Don't thank. It's good to have someone to help you. Take a rest. - Bye. I get out of the supermarket and head towards the highway. The night is lonely and cold as always. It looks like a ghost town. I mean, nothing interesting happens in this town. There are no drive-ins or anything else to distract us. Everything is definitely abandoned. Well, if most people knew the kinds of creatures that inhabit here they wouldn't underestimate this town so much: werewolves (handsome werewolves), vampires, and God knows what other creatures.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

Overestimating yourself is a fatal mistake. But underestimating your enemy? That is a guaranteed death sentence. Room 205 is a total disaster zone. I stand in the middle of the ruined living room, breathing in the smell of dust and fear. The expensive, fluffy white carpet is stained with dark red spots. Smashed designer furniture is scattered everywhere. And lying on the floor, groaning in pain, are six incredibly rich, incredibly bruised teenagers.

Chloe asked in a soft voice. “Lively feasts… I bet it smelled so good…” The little hungry ghost licked his lips. “Granny, you’ve had it rough,” grumbled the poltergeist. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were going wild. [Guys, I’m emotionally wrecked! I’m watching a wholesome family drama in a horror game!] [Sniff… Granny’s story hits so hard, I’m missing my own granny from back home!] [Help! I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game!]

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

I wanted to forget my past and move on, but I kept battling with the bad experiences. Moving back to my bed wobbly with hopes of getting some sleep, but as usual, sleep evaded me after those nightmares. I rather laid back in bed faintly shedding my usual tears. This has to end though, but I don't think it ever will, as the scars are branded in my mind. *** I had my first bad experience when I was 16. It was an afternoon I went with my friends to check on our WAEC results. I was burned in fierce joy because of my good grades;

“It scares me to think of what he wants you for. It’s definitely not to play cards.” "It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen," Beta Desmond said. "Seriously, it was a lair for dark magic if I had ever seen one. There were poisonous plants drying in bunches, strange writings and pictures scrawled all over the wall. There were heaters fucking everywhere. Then there were the jars. I have never been more creeped out in my life. There were jars of creatures everywhere. Even a severed head of some kind. And the snakes," he shivered. "I fucking hate snakes."

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”