Zelda Creepypastas Romane & Geschichten

“Aunt B is fixing something that should have me healed up by tomorrow.” Aunt Zelda takes two more pieces of glass out of my hand then goes to work on the one holding the bag of frozen peas. “You’re lucky this is all the damage you sustained. Those Crawlers could have torn you apart. How in the world did they even get into The Mortal Realm? They are forbidden.” “Ow.” I say as Aunt Z pulls a fairly large shard from my hand. Aunt Zelda sighs heavily. “I’ll go grab the healing salve. Don’t move.” She stands and leaves the room.

blue-eyes bounced between the both of them whilst Hakan’s onyx-colored ones just zeroed in on Skye. “What about you Zella? Anything my little niece wants?” Zella instinctively looked down at her stomach before placing a hand over her small bump, a small smile appearing on her face. “Baby is craving cream pasta with garlic bread.” Skye raised an eyebrow at her sister’s answer, receiving a dismissive shrug from the elder before she gave a look down her stomach.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Every corner had adorned with rubber rats, hairy hanging spiders, fake spiderwebs, candles, orange and black garland, black bats on strings, paper skeletons, fake headstones, coffins, black fabric draped on the walls and furniture, black and orange balloons, and strings of orange light. The place is well conditioned by recorded sound effects such as: howling, cackling, creaking, laughter, moaning, wind blowing, bats screeching, chains rattling, people laughing, the rustle of costumes, music, glasses clinking, people talking, doorbell ringing, people running up and down the stairs and a yell of a victim from a gruesome killing. It caters to creepy designs of foods such as a head in a plate, w

Zelda's POV The dungeon smelled exactly the same as the one I was locked in earlier. Which made sense. I was now responsible for the smell. I dragged the mop across the stone floor and tried to breathe through my mouth and think about literally anything else. The water in the bucket had gone grey approximately ten minutes ago and I was choosing not to examine that too closely. Somewhere in the corner something small and fast moved through the shadows and I pointedly did not look at it. I mopped another stretch of floor.

After saying that, I browse through my [Mini Map], the forest is small so my [Mini Map] was able to cover the full map of the entire forest. "Young Master…I think I know where this Chutullusia might be…A few months ago, my Zombie gatherer who has been roaming the entire forest to gather resource was often disappeared in their search…after much researched, I found out they were actually abducted by this octopus-like creature living in the lake up north…After a few battle between me and him, I wasn't able to defeat him as he always fled to the bottom of the lake…that guy is both annoying and a coward actually..". (Alfred)

Give me a good mark, OK? She put back the letter on the table and get the porcelain bowl. Zitrey starts to scoop the Crying of the Graveyard, as soon as she scooped it, the said food gives off a 'gurgle sound' and purple bubbles show up. Whatever ingredients on it look like horrified and screaming; indeed the said name 'The Crying of the Graveyard' stands for this dish. Nevertheless, Zitrey still transfers what she scooped on her own bowl and gulp the whole bowl of soup. She even finished the remaining soup in the pot. As soon as she finished, she went to their refrigerator. When she opened it, there's nothing, seems the things inside fell into the abyss. Zitrey did a deep sigh. Every time K

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.