Barney Creepy Novels & Stories

I pull my sticky trousers from my relieved body and step into the shower to wash away the evidence of my dirty deed. The hot water works it’s magic and within ten minutes I feel refreshed and ready to start a busy Friday at The Blue Moon Bar and Grill. I had bought it as a rundown country bar from an elderly man who wanted to retire somewhere warmer. After reaching a deal on the price of the property and scraping together every last penny I could put my hands on, I was the proud owner of the most run down bar in the state. I fell in love with the place and have worked tirelessly over the last thirty years to turn it into the well-known meeting place it is today. The bar itself has been fully

Dr barret boasted with confidence "Hmm," Caspian nodded, "That's a relief," He added trailing his hands across the corpse stopping at its manhood. Dr. Barrat winced at the sight. He turned his gaze downwards to Caspian's member and found it hard as a rock. He silently gasped at the horror. Was the CEO suddenly turned on by the sight of a corpse? no! No! It couldn't be, the doctor tried convincing himself. Perhaps it was his assistant beside him that had suddenly turned on the CEO. He knew Caspian was a psychopath, still, he refused to believe he was into Necrophilia.

But our conversation after that was great. I ran into him a few more times around the town over the next few days, and we got to know each other. We bonded after that, and he introduced me to Barley. Barley was the Papa Bear of the group. An older, jolly fellow, taller than most Lycans, but with a bigger gut than them too. Yet, seeing him in battle was like watching a child on Christmas morning. I had never seen such a large and round man move so quickly and fluidly with as big a smile on their face.

“Just a little incentive for one last rep. Heavy, aren’t they? Hurry up, or I’ll drag these big boys right across your face.” “Shit!” I gasped, my arms trembling, the bar pressing down harder on my chest. Panic coursed through me—I was trapped. “Barry, don’t! Come on, man!” His fleshy orbs jostled on my forehead, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “You’ve got ten seconds,” Barry taunted, “before I slide these sweaty monsters back and forth across your lips.” He started counting down.

Barbie innocently walked away and even started singing Crazy by le sserafim , jumping up and down as she sang it. "ACT LIKE AN ANGEL DRESS LIKE CRAZY!!! " She screamed at the top of her lungs , Disturbing the quiet Neighborhood with her loud voice. She got to the grocery store in time just when she was about to step inside and a guy ran towards her stopping her. "Hey Jerry, " Barbie said and smiled at the guy who was panting heavily. Jerry is a really good friend of Barbie and Dylan. "Thank God I found you here I was just running over to your house "

Since you're disabled, there's no way you'll actually become the next Alpha of the pack. The entire venue was so silent you could hear a pin drop. No one could believe what they heard. Mortified, Theodore and Vivian ordered some werewolves to forcibly drag their son off of the platform. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Blaise? Shut up!" they yelled. Then, they flashed my parents an awkward smile and said, "Blaise is drunk. I'll have someone send him back to his room immediately." "I'm not drunk!" Blaise screamed before dashing toward Ethan in a deranged manner.

“I survived, but barely,I may have screamed at a cadaver. Don’t judge.” Dean grunted. “You probably deserved it.” Troy rolled his eyes. “Cadavers don’t scream back. You’re safe.” Becky leaned forward. “I think it’s hilarious that Barry treats embalming like an emotional trauma.” “Trauma is trauma,” Barry muttered, taking a slow sip of his coffee.

“Has anyone around this part of town not heard of Scaramucci, the famous, the great…The baron, marquis, lord, and, uh, duke of antiques!” Barney was visibly delighted. “Oh, you flatter me. I’m not as big of a deal as you make it out to be, okay? But…I sure earned enough to buy us a couple of drinks. Honestly, I think this is probably the last sale I’m gonna make today. We could just close shop to get an early drink now. What do you say?” “You read my mind, bro! I’m in!” Just as Barney and Dawg decided to close shop, Javier and his clock were about to reach the beginning of the street. He saw a cab standing by and decided to get in.

“Now, now, don’t look so worried. I just want a quiet word, that’s all.” I pushed my way through the men. “Well, I’ll be off then.” “Wait a minute,” said Ween. “This is official Army business. You’ll have to wait until we’re done.” “No, I won’t. You can do what you want, but it’s got nothing to do with me, so out of the way, Crunchy.” Roly-poly Crunchy who enjoyed a joke and a laugh was not coming out to play. Instead, I had his evil twin Corporal Creepy staring me down.

"It won't be full of annoying students." Jayce turned back and grinned from ear to ear to show he was joking, though he probably wasn't. To be fair, he had a valid point; students were annoying. Especially when in a large group and drunk. The entrance was guarded by a couple of blokes who checked their ID before letting them in the double doors. Inside the bar was brightly lit but the lights didn't permeate throughout the rest of the room, with its black walls and flooring. "These tables are cool," Dan said, sitting and running a finger over the tabletop. They had been covered in pages from Kurt Cobain's diary—an interesting read by all accounts.