Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

“It's ok. I'm a strong girl. I'm really sad because you left me again. But, I'm glad we can still meet, even though things are like this. I loved you and I will always love you, until we meet again someday. " Khanza could not focus on Kenzo's explanation in front of the class. At the moment, English lessons are in progress, but Khanza is not paying attention. In fact, English is the girl's favorite subject. However, the evil spirit's explanation, as well as the story Kenzo had told, were all the same. Everything fits. So, that means, me and Kenzo were husband and wife in the past? Me and Kenzo are the reincarnations of Khanza and Kenzo in the past, two hundred y

To my horror, his footsteps near and I quickly close my eyes not wanting to see anything else, but to my dismay, he grabs my arm dragging me out from under the table, his cheek is still a little red from my slap but his eyes are molten gold, fuelled by rage. “What the hell was that?” he snarls, “They’re Crawlers, creatures who are deadlier than you think, and you should get checked because it’s only going to get worse,” I say quietly, daring not to look down and hope neither does he. “I mean, what the hell did you fucking pull?!” he growls, yanking me closer and I shriek, feeling my breasts hit his chest and I think my tummy touched something. My heart pounds as an odd feeling rushes through

This was because all of the victims were bleeding and there were several bite marks on the victim's bodies. But I think it's just a coincidence. If it exists, I don't know what to do. There's no way something like vampires exists. "You think the same as me, don't you Frey?" I said to Frey. I told Frey about it when I visited her that night. About vampires and bullshit hotly talked about by the citizens. Frey just smiled and nodded slowly in response to me. To be precise, Frey looked a little reserved today. She didn't seem to be listening to the conversation.

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

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,

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

I just needed something to stop the shaking in my hands. I ordered a plate of spicy pasta and a glass of red wine, scrolling through my call logs with a bitter scowl. When the food arrived, I inhaled it, the heat of the chili finally brought some color back to my face. I was halfway through my second glass of wine when I finally picked up the phone to call the only person who could handle me at my worst. "Today is officially the most terrible day of my life!" I yapped into the phone the second she picked it up. "Five rejections, Hailey. Five! I am pretty sure the universe is trying to tell me to just give up and go into hiding."

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

BLISS I want to d*e. Their laughter is sickening like choking chirpings from a sick cricket. They say laughter is contagious, I say laughter is the worst disease anyone can ever have. I am there again, in my dark basement a two-day-old leftover pizza at my feet. Slowly I pick the pieces, not minding the offensive smell and I eat it all, swatting away the buzzing insect sneaking their way to it.