Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

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;

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.”

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

Gigi "Well, I’m not too happy if that’s what you are asking me! Tonight, Lord Cameron has a dinner meeting going on with a group of Bluestorian elite royalty. And guess who must entertain them, bastards. Me! Fucking me!” I push my head back and sigh. “I’m about to be fucked to oblivion in a couple of hours by these monsters! Literally, in every hole in my body. It is fucking rape, I tell you. Then to top it off, I am placed on the damn table while they sink their fangs in me all simultaneously to drain me of my blood like it’s nothing. Imagine four to six Bampires biting into you simultaneously and trying to suck the life out of you.”

I wouldn’t have allowed myself to give her something like that after a few years. I was shocked by everything I saw there, and yet I hadn’t seen everything. I was totally frozen, staring without being able to blink. My eyes opened wider and wider to see the most hideous sex scenes I had ever seen. The two couldn’t help themselves and had sex right next to me in bed. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I wonder what they wanted? Group sex? If I woke up, what would they do? Invite me to the party?

) creatures of the wind… I was taught that they’re all evil beings, who hunt humans and torture them just to give in to their sick pleasure. Werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches: the four most dangerous supernatural creations. All hunters are told the same story from childhood. We were given the honor to be able to hunt them, spy on them, and deal with them. Oh, I almost forgot! My father has a delusion that there will be a hunter who will become, the biggest, the greatest, and the most powerful of all hunters, who can destroy all supernaturals. It sounds crazy, but even crazier is the fact that he believes I’m that hunter…

“Look what you made me do. Peel myself like a vegetable.” “You already do that in the banya. Strip off your skin like a banana. It is the creepiest thing since my school's cafeteria food, especially the Monday Surprise. I am pretty sure that is made of mushed up rats. At least, I imagine it tastes like a creature that eats trash.” Morozko narrowed his eyes. “And how, mooncalf, am I creepy?”

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.

I AM A QUEEN. Will_the_devil WOW. PEASANTS DREAM BIG. I_pooped ONCE AGAIN, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A PEASANT. Will_the_devil WELL...WHO WILL BELIEVE THAT AFTER MEETING YOU? EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH YOU. I_pooped YOU TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF, BUDDY? Cereal_killer Um...who else feels like they are watching PDA? I_love_my_mommy Me! Yes_you_suck

A high-pitched, gut-wrenching screech pierced my ears. Standing just inside the door to his hoarder's lair, the Erelim was shrieking, as his many eyes surveyed the chaos of the Vaults. He looked bigger than he had before. Gone was the frail-looking old man, now his bulk filled the doorway in which he stood, his head touching the top of the frame, as if he'd just consumed the Eat Me cake from Alice's crazy world. Glaring at Ethan, he opened his mouth wide and screamed, and on his tongue, another eye appeared, a bloodshot eyeball protruding from the saliva-drenched pink flesh.