Barney Creepy Novels & Stories

“You’ll want to be sitting for this one.” I came and sat beside him, and waited for him to spill whatever news he had. In true Adonis fashion, he waited for an overly dramatic amount of time, letting the tension build. “Guess who I just got off the phone with?” he said. “Oh, um…” I started, but he cut me off. “Nevermind. You’ll never guess. Barney’s. I just got off the phone with a buyer from Barney’s. Barney’s, Willow! Can you fucking believe it?”

I start to walk away. “What do you mean you need to get my stuff? Girl, you’re talking crazy.” This makes me stop my panic attack and giggle. Mr. Cane has no idea he just named his puppy after my best gay friend. “It’s silly. I’ll see you later. I have something I need to tell you guys.” ---- A squeaky toy falls on the floor. I duck to get it before I trip on it and spill Charlotte’s pellets all over Mr. Cane’s expensive rug.

she asked, her voice laced with worry. I shook my head. "No, they're great. I just need some alone time," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. River wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, her gentle hands patting my back. "Would you like to watch some TV and have some ice cream?" she offered, her voice soft and soothing. I nodded, grateful for her kindness. As I looked into her beautiful, brown eyes, a sudden loud gunshot echoed through the bar, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Panic erupted as people started running in all directions.

He smiled when we came into the room, his eyes went blank when he saw me. "Hello Mr Barney, it's nice to finally meet you." Aiden said with a smile. I wonder what's making him so happy. The man looks like he has seen a ghost. "Have a seat Mr Aiden. We have a lot to talk about." Mr Barney said still looking at me. "I came here because you reached out to me. You caught one of my men saying we have a common goal. I'll get straight to the point..." What exactly is going on here? What are they talking about? I suddenly don't feel safe. Is this the mafia or what?

they added cautiously. "Out." Barney lowered his head, slamming his hand onto the icy coffee table. Through clenched teeth, he forced out two words, each one heavy with suppression and terror: "Get… out."

Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes. “Oh God, No Hannah, take bachelor number one. This one is worse”. I smile sweetly at them as they stand there and gawk at me. “Girl, the hills have eyes! Let’s get out of here!” she warns. “I think I can take ‘em”, I tell her as they are mumbling something to each other. Still snapping pictures creeper asks, “Hey, you wanna party?” “Party?” I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'.

“Listen close, Blondie… take your moment, chase your second rejection. Because when it happens, and it will—you’ll be in my arms before the night is over, begging for what you swore you didn’t want.” Shrugging his filthy hands off, I march out of the room. The nerve of him to think I'm an attention-seeking bitch because I plan to get back my man. I don’t care what Emily or anyone thinks. Brax has always been mine and I’m not about to let a bully with inferiority complex change that. ~~ The party is in full swing by the time I arrive in the yard. If there’s anything I pride myself in the most, it’s the ability to take a bare strip of land and transform it into the most whimsical fantasy.

she asked, confused. "I don't know if I'll live much longer, Barbara. If I’ve ever done you wrong, I’m sorry," I said solemnly. "You’re crazy! Why are you talking like you're facing a death sentence?" Barbara laughed, checking her watch. "I can't stay long, Lea. I just wanted to make sure you met him so I could keep my promise. I’ve got things to do! Have fun at your new job!" I watched her leave and sighed. I couldn't exactly tell her that working for Drex was a brush with death. He’s a Lycan—a creature that supposedly preys on humans and tears them apart like chew toys.

the Doctor chuckles darkly. “I’m sure … ” Jackson chucks. “Eh,” Doctor Barney suddenly grunts beside me, like he’s just remembered to ruin my day, “we’ve got a more urgent problem right now.”

he explained. "Son, are you very sure of yourself?" Mr Murphy asked curiously. "Affirmatively dad. It was her very particular friend, you know. Barney... That's the name by the way; here, you can perhaps check out the video." Broderick said, then gave him the phone where he has the tape. "Poor Barney!" Mr Murphy said, almost breaking into sobbing after watching this video of the crime scenes of both Barney and Mr Whitley. A Maywood avenue seemed to be safe out there for their dwelling for the main time. The neighbourhood was in no doubt shabby-genteel middle class, unimpressively respectable. The buildings were mostly brownstones. There were ornamental trees, but not so many of them.