Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

"You will never have him." The old man proclaimed clear hostility in his voice. The shadow twisted and turned as maniacal laughter filled the place; a creature crawled out from the twisting shadow. An eye that was oddly human and body made from gaseous substance thicker than tar filled with mouths that were lined with dagger-like teeth. "We meet again old man." The plants surrounding the creature died off as the creature spoke, its voice like nails on a chalkboard mixed with sounds from a record player playing backward as multiple mouths speak at the same time. The creature paused and looked at the old man with its singular eye.

Carla Christine POV - There are ten bodyguards with Don Facundo. He looked at Astrid and me and when the old man’s eyes landed on Astrid, the old man’s grin widened. “Long time no see, Astrid.” The old man’s words when he said Astrid’s name were creepy. He bit his lower lip, almost making me vomit. Blake was right. This old man is a pervert. “Because the sight of you makes me sick.” Astrid answered boldly.

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 saw a man crouching down to me, his face just above me. He was an old man. But he looks scary. He had a big, ugly scar running from his forehead down to the base of his neck. . . "Your eyes are pretty, girl.", He touched the skin below my eyes, making me cringe away from him. I tried to move my head away but I couldn't. What was wrong with my body? I could clearly see the lust swimming in the old man's eyes as he raked his eyes over my body hungrily, opening staring at my chest and exposed legs.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

As soon as my steps went outside, I froze midway to see a man who had been holding down on the ground. Ace's men were grounding on him, pressing their knees on the old man. He looked around over forty something like aged. The scene looked utterly terrifying. Before I had the urge to question or confront Ace, the old man let out a sinister smile. His eyes moved to shift on me, whining in pain and at the same time taunting me, reminding us of our past, " Hello little princess!! "

His smile showed that he itched for a try. Outside the brick residential house, a hunchbacked old man was taking a catnap on a recliner in the shade of a tree. His white hair was even longer than his body, hanging down like a silver waterfall. However, when it was about one palm wide above the ground, it floated in a weird way. It was untainted by dust and was moving gently like flowing water. "The bloody preliminary will begin, hahahaha..." The fragmented sunlight fell on the old man's face through the gaps between the branches and leaves. The old man smiled, and there was suddenly a strange expression on his peaceful face. There was suddenly an extremely dense bloody aura spreading.

Carlson. In the old man's presence, her hair stood on end. He didn't give off the warm aura associated with most old folks. He reeked of evil, and the look in his eyes screamed of mischief. “What do you want to discuss…” “I'm here to ask a few questions.” He chuckled. “This old man will be happy if you can answer them all correctly.” “Have a seat.” He patted the space beside him. Heidi sat across from him instead, summoning up courage. “What are your questions?”

The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves. “Lovely to see you, Henry. Could you be any creepier?” His chuckle made my huff even more pronounced. “Now, now, Endora, not my fault you don’t pay attention to your surroundings.” “I pay attention!” I exclaimed. “You’re just unnaturally quiet. Are you sure you aren’t dead yet? You look a lot like some of the corpses I dig up.” Down to his sunken cheek bones and bony fingers. “Ach, you’re a mean old witch. What are you digging up now anyway?” He peered around

He was peeling an apple with a knife. He wore a black suit. He had silver hair and cold gray eyes. It was the Old Man. Kaelen’s father. I froze. "You're dead," I whispered. "Kaelen snapped your neck." The Old Man smiled. He took a slice of apple and ate it. "Kaelen snapped the neck of a body double," the Old Man said calmly. "Did you really think I would be in the room with a Genesis Wolf without insurance?" He stood up. He walked over to me.