Danny Was a Necrophiliac


Danny was a necrophiliac, that was no secret to him.

Nightly trips to the graveyard were not uncommon, for lack of a better word, he worked there to begin with. What a deal right? The exact guy who gets his jacks off to dead people got to watch over them every night. Make sure that no one entered the graveyard after hours. No one could see what he was doing. And since he worked so closely with the graveyard, it made his task of cleaning up any messes all the more easy. He had perfected his timing with everything.

Though there was only one issue.

Danny only went for the new bodies. He wanted the ones that still had flesh on them, although, yes they did stink a little more considering they were in the decomposing process.

But recently Danny had not been lucky enough in getting newer bodies.

He shook his head, sending shaggy brown hair falling into his face, as he looked over the graveyard. All old dirt, all completely settled into the ground. Most of them were headstones with the typical writing on them that said ” Loving husband and father” or even “Born too soon and gone too soon” and stuff of the nature. He never read the messages though. It made it feel too much like he was actually getting to know the body. And strangely enough that made him uncomfortable.

He let out a resigned sigh as he rested on one of the benches near the gate. There was a little guest house that they had at the back of the graveyard that he could sit in while he wasn’t busy, it even had a television. But it was dark, and the graveyard was located on the outskirts of a pretty small town. No one would disturb him. And really, he loved the night. Especially on a spring night such as this one. It wasn’t too warm, and it wasn’t too cold.

If only the people in the town would die more often, this night would be even more perfect for Danny to practice his favorite past time. But, it was a small town. He could be patient though.

He stared up at the moon, curiously. The moon was a strange thing. It was full tonight which was even more interesting. It seemed like it was full every night, or maybe that was the only time that Danny ever really noticed it. He shrugged and pulled his pack of Marlboros and lighter from his jeans pocket. He put the cancer stick to his lips and flicked the lighter until a tiny orange flame erupted. Besides the moon it was really the only light he had, since he had forgotten his flashlight all the way back at his apartment. This graveyard was too cheap to supply him with something as such as light. Once the cigarette was lit though, he was cast back into the darkness.

He took a puff, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs, and then he gradually exhaled through both his mouth and his nose. The smoke spiraled into the air, only to disappear into nothingness. This was followed by a long dramatic sigh from Danny as he took another puff, ready to continue the process over and over again until the cigarette was too small to hold. Danny smirked.

Danny was a chain smoking necrophiliac.

He was about to stand up and make his rounds, like he did every hour or so when something across the way caught his eye. Something that wasn’t exactly in the ordinary.

At first he thought that the moonlight playing off of the granite angel statue was playing tricks on him. He hated the thing, in fact it was the only thing he hated. It’s arms were lifted in the exact direction of the moon. It was always like that. But as his eyes slid over it, he realized that it wasn’t the statue that captured his attention. It was a figure walking along the path, It appeared to be a more slender frame, like that of a female, and she was heading right for the marble stone mausoleum.

Danny cursed. One of two things was going on. Either she was honestly a loved one of someone in that mausoleum and for some reason she had snuck in at a different entrance. Though he was sure she could have just waited until daytime. Or she was was up to no good and was for the most part, rather unpredictable. Believing the former would mean that life would most likely be easier for him. He would tell her to go and she probably would. But he was sure the latter was more likely. Now would have been a good time to actually be carrying his flashlight.

He prepared himself for literally anything he could think of as he headed towards the mausoleum, and even smiled at himself as he thought how funny it would be if the person so happened to be a necrophiliac. But at the same time he knew he wouldn’t want that. He would then have to betray everything he believed and kick them out. Mostly out of wanting the bodies to himself.

When he got to the mausoleum he was met with an eerie silence, and he could see that the entrance was completely empty even in the dark. Until he saw that the door at the back was slightly ajar. His heart sank as he scurried to find his lighter.

The statue was not the only thing that he hated. Going into the tombs late at night, had to be on top of the list. Even for him they were creepy and rather uninviting. He never actually checked on them, until the sun has risen and he has more light.

But once he actually got to the doorway, he could see that the torches on the walls that led underground were all lit. He was unsure of whether that made him feel better, or worse. Sure it wasn’t much light, but it was enough to guide him down the dirt covered stone steps. He grabbed one from the holder, and immediately felt the warmth of the fire radiating from it. It was almost comforting. He began his descent.

When he got down there, he didn’t see anything at first. As it took several moments for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. The room was full of coffins, but they were all pretty old too. He shivered, as the stale chilly air hit him. He was in the process of moving the torch around when he saw something in the back of the room move. He cleared his throat.

“Hello, is someone down here?” he called, trying his hardest not to sound like he was about to piss his pants. There was not an answer, but instead he saw something shift in his peripheral vision. It was in the darkest recess of the tomb, and he thrust the torch in that direction.

His jaw hit the floor at what he saw.

Seductively sitting on one of the coffins was a woman. But she was no ordinary woman. She was the most sexy woman he had ever seen.

And she was completely naked.

Her skin was porcelain white, and flawless at that. Dark red hair flowed down her back and seemed to stop right before her waist. Her eyes were big, brown, and the most beautiful things Danny had ever seen. Her lips plump and coated in crimson lipstick.

But oh, it was that body that made his pants stiffen so much that he jumped in surprise. Her breasts were perfect handfuls of round flesh, and her body was that of athletic build. Strong but lean and curvy. Her hips wide, and her ass appeared as round as her breasts. Danny could not speak. He was just a college student with bad lungs and a love for the dead. But part of him had always felt that love for the dead was because no living girls had ever given him the time of day. And now here was this one. She was smiling at him seductively as she motioned for him to come over to her. But she did not speak, as she hoped off of the coffin and stood waiting.

When he finally got the nerve to move towards her she embraced him. It was gentle at first, but then she made sure to pull his body firmly against hers, still not uttering a single word. He could feel every curve and crevice of her and he was sure she could feel him. His pants were getting so tight it began to hurt him. So he did the logical thing and slipped them off.

She seemed pleased with this and roughly pressed her lips to his. He pushed her against the wall and excitedly kissed her back, using one hand to cup her butt and the other one of her breasts.

But something wasn’t right, he noticed as she moaned into his mouth.

Her once flawless flesh was beginning to feel rough, and even like she had lizard skin. Her mouth no longer tasted sweet against his, and instead reminded him of what tar tasted like the one time he had gotten it in his mouth when his father worked construction. The room stank of decay. The woman didn’t notice as she continued to try and hoist herself up on Danny’s hips. She was trying to mount him. But he knew, it wouldn’t work. Because fear tends to make things…less stiff.

You would think the smell of decay would be old news to him, but this was the first time he had ever smelled anything as bad as this. This smelled liked it had been rotting for the last hundred years. And it was her.

He pushed her away in horror, grabbing the torch from the holder he had sat it in, and used it to illuminate her.

The last thing Danny saw before he died, was something from everyones worst nightmares.

She screeched at the light and tried to whip it out of his hands. But he backed up protectively, still to shocked to realize he should be running by now.

She was bald now, and where her eyes were once brown they were black. She no longer had lips, but instead all that he could see were rows upon rows of sharp, jagged teeth. Her skin did in fact have scaled, and it was the color of mud. Ooze seemed to be dripping off of it now. She hissed at him again and he did the only logical thing he could think to do, and threw the torch at her. He missed.

Fear was all he knew as he turned to run, his heart going a million miles per minute. But just as he was about to hit the bottom step, she lunged for his ankle and caught it. He hit the ground and she proceeded to climb on top of his half naked body.

And then she ripped a chunk of his thigh out with her teeth. Crimson covered his legs as she crawled farther up him. For the first time she made a human sound.

It was the laughter, as she sunk her teeth into his throat.

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  • Commented on December 29, 2015 at 8:25 pm

    This is a good story and is very well written. I loved the description put into the main character. 4/5

  • Commented on December 30, 2015 at 3:22 pm

    Wow, this was a great story. 5/5

  • Commented on December 30, 2015 at 5:38 pm

    Oh I liked this one. A guy being killed by the same dead he likes to f*ck with.

  • Summercins
    Commented on December 30, 2015 at 8:42 pm

    This was an awesome story! The irony of the story don’t f**ck with the dead! They’ll come back and bite you in the end!! Lol wow so creepy!

  • Commented on December 31, 2015 at 1:20 am

    Nice! I liked this!

  • Commented on December 31, 2015 at 5:55 am

    I loved the details.

  • Commented on January 1, 2016 at 12:50 am

    I thought the main character was a unique choice, what with the sexual fetish and all. I am just a bit disappointed that the big reveal at the end seemed to come out of nowhere, clashing with the atmosphere of the rest of the story. Reptilian killers are surprising, but it does not quite make sense to me…

  • Commented on January 1, 2016 at 11:13 am

    This was one fucked up Pasta but it was a good read lmao

  • Commented on January 1, 2016 at 12:42 pm

    Very nicely written. I was kinda disappointed that the critter was reptilian instead of a corpse come for revenge or something.

    My one nitpick is that you found a pet peeve of mine. It’s “hopped”. “hoped” is like “I’d hoped you would have stopped by.” “Hopped” is hopping off something.

  • Commented on January 2, 2016 at 2:14 pm

    Very unique story! Perhaps next time though, we could use something like a stronger heartstopper! This was wonderful, but it felt as if it needed a little more attention and agonizing terror. <3

  • Commented on January 3, 2016 at 3:58 pm

    Woah The guys a freeeeaaaaaak

  • angela
    Commented on January 5, 2016 at 6:45 am

    loved the story line!

  • Commented on January 5, 2016 at 1:27 pm

    I was reading while messaging my boyfriend. I read “Danny was a chain smoking necrophiliac.” and I HAD to pass it on to him. He read those 6 words and asked me “What?” I replied, “creepypasta” he replied again, “God dammit babe you’re gonna be sucked into those things for hours again.” Heh…he knows me so well.

  • Commented on January 5, 2016 at 7:57 pm

    Oh man, I was right, Danny totally had it coming to himself for using his job to have s*x with corpses.

  • Commented on January 5, 2016 at 8:02 pm

    Except I thought she was going to turn out to be a Harpy (which is part hawk or something), not a lizard girl.

  • tt
    Commented on January 6, 2016 at 1:36 pm

    it’s a wendigo

  • Ann2015
    Commented on January 9, 2016 at 2:48 pm

    Loved the concept! But yeah it was disappointing that the killer had to be a reptilian. It kinda was a little off and disconnected, cuz the guy was necrophiliac, you know that could have been used more appropriately. But hey you did good!

  • paigeevisciouss
    Commented on January 10, 2016 at 3:38 am

    Great opening scene and set up, would have loved for more detail and a longer fight scene with ghoul!

  • Commented on January 14, 2016 at 9:27 pm

    Wow that was a good story, nice plot twist. Wish she would’ve been agost or something though. Still, nice job.

  • Commented on March 25, 2016 at 1:43 am

    Wow, don’t f*ck with the dead cos it’ll come back to bite you in the ass…literally

  • Sam Beltran
    Commented on May 20, 2016 at 8:06 pm

    Great read! I loved the twist at the end. I wish it could have been longer though! You left me dying for more

  • Commented on June 9, 2016 at 7:17 pm

    Loved it,the story grows on you

  • Commented on August 1, 2016 at 7:31 pm

    Tasty Pasta! Well written, only a few grammar mistakes, and very descriptive. Also a very unique idea!

  • Commented on August 22, 2016 at 5:19 am

    Doesn’t matter, almost had sex

  • Commented on September 10, 2016 at 6:49 pm

    Now that was an awesome freaky pasta!!!

  • Ellips8
    Commented on September 23, 2016 at 1:56 am

    Because fear tends to make thingsā€¦less stiff. LOL XD

  • Commented on December 8, 2016 at 7:01 pm

    This pasta was totally messed up. Just the way I like my pasta. 10/10

  • Commented on February 20, 2017 at 5:30 pm

    Excellent writing and character description!!! Really love your writing style. !!!!!!!SPOILER!!!!!! It would have been fitting for “Her” to force herself on him before killing him. Teach Danny a lesson about boundaries and respect for the dead. Another plate please!

  • Commented on September 12, 2017 at 12:55 am

    I abandoned this account a while ago because I thought nothing would come of it! I’m so happy to get back on and see people loving my story. Feel free to read it on youtube, and while you are at it check out my youtube channel? link is in my profile.

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