Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

The old man said as he smoked his pipe and strided his walking stick towards the room where Tyler was alongside Andean and Xandros who were quiet all of a sudden and just spectating. The room where Tyler's body was kept was terribly cold and freezing but the old man didn't seem to be bothered by that, he just wanted to see Tyler. As the mortician unwrapped Tyler to the old man, he felt overwhelmed as he began to tear up. “It can't be, no it can't be" The old man mourned “It's the reality I'm afraid sir, please take heart" “I can't take what I don't have for Tyler was my only heart" The old man said

“I see you have been living a good life huh?” “It’s seriously none of your business.” I fasten my pace towards Rosie who is now, might being bothered by an old man. He wears an all black outfit along with a black cap. The street is quite dark, but I can still see the creepy smile from the old man. “Rosie!” Rosie turned around while the old man tilted his head to the side, both looking at my direction. As soon as I reached her, I slightly pull Rosie away from this creepy man.

Nan’s claw dug deeper into the hostage’s neck as Adrian knocked. The door creaked, opening just enough for a single eye to peek through. An old man stood there, gaunt yet solid, his long white hair matted, his beard yellowed at the ends. His coat was heavy and stained, and his face, though aged to seventy winters, was hard as stone. His eye flicked over them, narrowing. Then he pulled the door half-shut again. “I smell only one of my clan, the old man rasped, voice like gravel. The rest carry foreign stench. Who the hell are you?”

The moment Tyr saw this man, he felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him right in the soul. “You…” “Big Brother, are you okay?” When the others noticed that the old man was vomiting blood, they rushed over to him as quickly as they could and checked on him with worried expressions on their faces. This old man, without a doubt, was the oldest of those five individuals. “What a powerful young man!” The man growled in an incredulous tone, then pointed his sword at Tyr. “You... You came from the outside, didn’t you? Who are you?” Tyr’s dark eyes peered at the old man. He studied every detail on the man’s form, not wanting to tear his eyes off him.

He couldn't stop crying, he shook his head, allowing the tears to flow, he just sniffed back quite oblivious from the tears trickling down his cheeks not knowing that Horemakhet had moved, until he heard sounds from a distance. A very old man stooped by age and with a patch of clear skin on his head angling his way into the shack and further stooping to step into the abyss of the shack, he didn't seem to see Horemakhet nor Tom who was running close now. On getting close to the man, Tom couldn't help but feel a very intimidating and repulsive trench that has nothing to do with smell coming from the man. The man was visibly murmuring something with all the gusto he can muster clearly incensed

Drayce voice sounded so cold. "Who was it?" I tried to stretch my neck but I couldn't get a glimpse of who it was. "Should I come with you?" he offered, his tone laced with coldness. "No, I'm fine" I said as he opened the door for me to get down. I slowly approached the aged man with a stick in his wrinkled hand, his hairs had shades of grey and his ocean blue eyes were deep into his socket. He looked so old and fable.

The old man was scrawny and short. He had deep wrinkles on his face and caved-in eyebags that somehow flashed wickedly from time to time. His stare was similar to that of a viper. More importantly, his fingernails were maroon in color, extending long and sharp. It resembled the claws of a hawk who had just crushed its prey. It was frightening to look at. “Elder Nevermore, you’re here just in time! Kill this man for me!”

I am on the ground, I don’t know how or when I fell down but I guess they made me fall. My gaze sprinted to the old man that reached for my ankle. He grabbed it tightly as if he is trying to squeeze my veins out. His face is slightly covered with engine oil and he has a very creepy smirk on his face. He looks like he is enjoying hurting me. "You choose the wrong land to intervene." He said; his voice sounded extremely eerie and deadly. The cold feel of his hand on my ankle made me feel strange and uncomfortable. "Get your hand off me." I whimpered begging him "Please take it off, I didn’t do anything."

Everyone was shocked. After turning their heads to take a look, they saw an old man dressed in a black medieval robe. The person had gray hair, but he had a fierce look. His cultivation base was not prominent, but his eyes were blazing radiantly. After meeting his eyes, one would be shaken up and feel an inexplicable panic. “Who are you? How did you come in?” Alex asked. The old man laughed and did not answer him. However, as his figure shook, dozens of phantoms were raised, as if they were nighttime ghosts. They looked terrifying in the passage of this underground tomb.

The old man stood in the doorway of his cottage, one hand gripping the warped wooden frame the other trembling at his side as he spotted the two figures emerging through the trees. “Stop there! I see you– do not think these old eyes have failed me yet!” the old man cried out. Escuro and Salvaxe slowed, exchanging a glance before continuing cautiously up the narrow path. “We me no harm, old man. We are just passing through–” Escuro said, his hand held up in defence. “Passing through? That is what they all say! First, it is passing through, then it is move along, old food, this land is not your anymore!” the old man shouted over Escuro’s words. He stepped forward, his fur coat shifting heavily