Worst Creepypastas Novels & Stories

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

“You forget, though, girls have hormones and periods. Boy troubles. And Ariah?—she’s been through a lot, okay? Those meds could be making her appetite blow up, too.” Celeste’s explanation does make sense. But there is something about the word vampire that resonates strongly with the attacker I encountered. I can’t point out what or why I think that. It is possible that when I think of a creepy, bloodsucking vampire—that guy is precisely what my mind conjures up. I peel off a strip of fried chicken from the bone of a wing and stick it into my mouth. Between chewing, I admit, “Yeah. Guess the attacker is on that crazy cabbage diet those almond moms are on.”

BIANCA The worst day of my life changed every couple years. When I was six, I remember the worst day of my life being the night I woke up in a puddle of piss because my bunk partner had a pretty unstable bladder. A couple years after that, the title shifted to the afternoon in junior high Ellie told me she had a crush on Max, and was planning to ask him out after midterms. But without a shadow of a doubt, when I turned 21, then worst day of my life… was the fourteenth annual literature convention.