Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

“Not to mention how fucking dark it is in here—” Without warning, Trey grabbed my hand and yanked me toward him, making me stumble over his legs. I glared at him, then suddenly heard it... the reason he’d pulled me. The old man was awake, and he wasn’t pleased. Trey scrambled to his feet, yanking my arm to get me upright while I watched the old man suck air into his chest. His torso expanded in an unhealthy way as his ribs cracked in sickening stereo. He hunched over, staggering forward a step or two. His arms tucked against his chest, helping deflate the balloon of his torso before he released a singular scream at the floor that shook the floor-to-ceiling windows separating us from the outs

What’s scary is the predatory grin filled with razor-sharp teeth that he gives us. The only way I can describe his smile is that it looks like a mouth full of shark’s teeth. His face is paperwhite and tight across the bones of his face, he has no hair, and his ears are pointed and sharp. He’s extremely thin-almost cadaver like. I take a step back with my heart thundering in my chest and look from Azazel to Kell, observing their reaction. Unlike me, Azazel and Kell do not seem taken aback by the old man’s appearance. Azazel simply smiles and leans on the table. “Hello, Creighton, bloody good seeing you mate. How are the fish and chips?”

on contrast old man was crying for help but to Draco surprise not a single man or women from village turned their head to brutality that was shown on that old man…. “Pl… Pleas…. forgiv.. forgive me…. it … was a mistake…. please…. forgive me….” that old man pleaded in loud whimper and ducked his head down on ground, his back was now slightly bleeding…. a shredded piece of cloth that was covering his back was now fully drench in sweat and old man’s blood….

As he walked out from behind the crowd, everyone quickly made way for him, showing great respect. When the old man arrived before Adrian, he noticed that half of the old man's body was strangely blackened and withered. The old man looked like half of a dried-up corpse or a mummy. The sight was both shocking and horrifying.

He didn’t move though, but just feeling his breath against my neck, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip as I fought the low whimper that almost escaped my lips. I looked toward whatever he was focused on only to frown when I saw an old man, his eyes glaring daggers at the grave, making me frown in confusion. The man was the cemetery keeper, he was the one that greeted me and Drake the first time we came here, but as far as I knew, the cemetery was closed down, meaning that not even he worked here.

In a split second, Nabi hand was few inches above Beau's face. The slit she made was dripping blood onto his lips. Albert slammed to a corner in a terrace in a flash. His eyes were pitch dark red, and his canines protruded. Although Albert is old, fresh blood from a human could make any Vampire freak out and lose one's mind. Even though it was tough for him to calm and compose himself, he was using all his strength to stabilize as it is his responsibility as an old one.

I don’t know what changed, but the creepy old guy came back around that time and Fin was hanging out with him a lot. Thinking back, I wonder if he ever stopped sleeping around, or if he was just really good at hiding it. I have wondered about that guy, since he first came. Old doesn’t begin to describe him. Fin, Sisi, Lochlynn, and I joked that he probably was the creator of everything, including Selene. And by creepy, pretty sure he only had the 3, very spaced out, teeth, the top part of his head has a few strands of hair that looked like he was electrocuted at one point. He did have more hair lower down, almost like a mullet but the top was bald instead of business in the front, but it was

Warning: R18+ CHAPTER 36: DISTURBING FACTS " Hmm, ughh-hh so yummy. Sh*t Ughhh." The ugly old man moaned as he's manhood entering the b*dy of the lif*less teen*ger, a woman. This is how this old man tort*res anyone, even an animal. It's worse. "He's really the Beast. I am now standing here by the door while watching him, I can also hear the cries of those in the other room who have been victimized by him.

As he says this, he sees Creed stiffen just by mentioning this old man. Who is this elderly man? I feel as if I'm examining a puzzle, and as soon as I arrange it, another puzzle appears in front of me. "I see, so search here if you want and find that rat you're talking about, if you know who that rat is," Creed says, and as if to provoke the young man, he orders his men to search, only discover that they aren't able to see me; therefore, am I invisible to them? "Be thankful that you can't use your magic right now because we have to search for other locations," the young man says as they leave the location.