Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't want to be partnered with you. You're ugly. Pedophile!" His veins bulged in anger. "How dare you! Disrespectful little brat!" "Isabella, relax. Let's handle this calmly," Glennon interjected. "No way, Glennon! This guy is creepy, and I don't know him!" I replied, my voice shaking with anger. "Who in their right mind would partner with that old man?" The old man looked even angrier. "You will regret this, young lady! Do you have any idea who I am?"

He said and pressed his lips against me again and left the room. “What?” Third Person POV An old man sitting in a balcony while his legs are crossed and drinking his rum on his glass with ice, when a familiar man enters the balcony. “How is it going Devren?” The old man asks. “We’re all planning it neatly sir.” Devren answered. “I want to see Chaos' body explode and River and Fredix will not be able to arrange a wake for him as they will not be able identify any parts of his body.” The old man said.

The old man called towards us. His voice was soft. Mellow. Seemed wise beyond what he had just said. I twitched. Made the mistake of looking at him again. This time, I zoomed in on his eyes. Noticed a small bump of white slowly inching across his iris. Beside me, bones cracked. Swiftly. Near silent. And moments later, Teagan walked in front of me. Nude as the day she was born. My eyes flicked back to the old man, hackles raised.

I persisted in wriggling despite being unable to move the old man's grip's bulge. He placed something on the coffin after we came to a stop in front of it. It's like a black powder and it then the coffin open on its own. The elderly man hauled me back to the graveside while yelling, "I need your blood again." My eyes grew wider. I immediately realized he was intending to kill me as soon as I heard what he said. Is he going to put me in the coffin? I battled harder because I thought I would die at any moment at the hands of this insane old man.

As his trembling subsided, he began to share his tale. His voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible over the howling wind. He spoke of a middle-aged man, a stranger he had seen in the hallway, his description so detailed it was as if he was painting a picture with his words. The man's face, his clothes, even the way he moved, every detail was etched into the old man's memory. But the horror didn't end there. The old man claimed that he had witnessed the stranger commit the gruesome act. His voice quivered as he described the brutal scene that unfolded before his eyes, the man transforming into a monstrous being, his humanity slipping away as easily as a snake shedding its skin.

There were many ghosts in that cemetery that I had freed. "She is right. We can not help you. But you can find the old man in this cemetery. He is often around. He is not a ghost. But he is powerful. He knows so many things about people like you. We call him the wise old man." A ghost added in an excited tone that made me giggle.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

"I apologise, old man! Although I detest doing it, I am unable to stop now. I believe that sleeping will improve your comfort. The second time won't hurt at all, I assure you. He had bloodshot pupils and stared deeply at the old man. He made his way towards the elderly man while smirking at him. A pair of fangs appeared when his face was level with the elderly man. "Hmmph..." The elderly man mumbled indistinctly as his mouth was covered in duct tape. "Do you have anything to say for the last time?" the man asked as he raised one eyebrow. The young man's question was answered with a nod of his head by the elderly man. The duct tape on his mouth had come off and he said, "Have mercy on this ol

he laughs out more weirdly and in a creepy way. Lucas caught a glimpse of his pointy fangs. It’s now obvious that he’s a vampire trying to scare the shit out of Jane. He didn’t know what Jane is capable of doing. With a scream, she could blast him away. “Where is your master?” Lucas glared. “Follow me,” the old man whispered as he leads the way. It was quite a creepy hallway with strange pictures on the wall. The old man was leading them straight to the dining hall where Zuka has prepared a banquet.

I'm just clinging to his arm so tightly. The door creaks without Trent touching it and I jerk back in fear. The old man who opens the door laughs at me. He looks like a zombie. I swear I feel like I am a character in some stupid horror film right now. "Hey, my boy." Oh! So he's not a zombie. "Becca, meet Mr Creeps." He's creepy for real. "He's the caretaker." He's horrible at his job because the place looks pathetic. And, why the hell would he be the caretaker when the house is empty and abandoned?