Creepy Old Man Novels & Stories

The old man mused, folding his arms across his chest as he peered at them, grey eyes shining through the darkness and from the expression on his face, he looked like he was expecting an answer from them. Should we just snap his neck and make a run for it? Calix's mind linked his friends and they exchanged a look. Should they? Would that save them or put them into more trouble? "Don't you even dare think of that!" The old man thundered, his eyes a shade of anger as he stared at them. The friends gasped in surprise, taking a step back as they exchanged another look with one another, but a worried look this time around. How could the old man read their thoughts? No werewolf had the power to do

I smiled and turned to leave and that's when I saw my older man coming out from the elevator, I froze on my step, he was now looking thin and it looked more like he has been overworking himself, he was walking towards me with a group of other business partners, my gaze was only focussed on him, I kept staring at him and was surprised when he cast his gaze at me as he was about to pass me by, he looked away as he finally walked past me, I ran outside immediately and watched as he entered his car and the other business partners entered their cars too as they all drove off. I sighed in a disappointed manner, it's so hard seeing my older man after missing him a lot I cannot even get close to him

The elder took a step back in fear, the rubber tip of his cane sliding against the polished marble floor. His entire body was trembling in shock as he stared at the nightmare on the bed. It was a scene straight out of a horror movie and he had to close and open his eyes a couple of times to confirm that it was real. Alpha Corin was no longer the man who led the Blackwater Pack with a firm and ruthless hand. He was now a beast and kept growling fiercely at the elder. His growls were loud and kept echoing off the walls of the soundproof room, making it more scary.

Caspian The old man looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. Not a stranger and not an unwelcome visitor, but a fucking ghost. For a moment neither of us moved. Rain battered the roof overhead while cold wind slipped through the half-open doorway. Water dripped from my coat onto the wooden porch, but I barely noticed. The old man's face had gone completely pale. His eyes remained fixed on mine, on my eyes, on the thing he'd recognized. Then, very slowly, he reached for the door.

His father is there always, and that very person will no way of breathing the tomorrow! But right now, he's by himself. He said, his voice icy, “You know something you shouldn't have ever guess right, old man.” “No!” The old man shriek miserably as his body decompose as if a withering trees. His eyes filled with terror, said before a white force flow out his body, “You... are a sinner's offspring!” The white force hovered in the air before it slowly disperse, together with the dust that was the old man. Not even the wind able to touch the dust as it hovered remain, form a figure of the old man!

He was dressed in a three piece black suit and his eyes were of a special color, they were not black, not brown, not blue and not green, it was red and that was the natural color of his eyeballs. "Through the air?" The old man's voice croaked. "Yes and through the air will I take you away" "Who are you?" The old man shivered with fear as the other man approached him. "I am Adonis" "Get out of my home, young man!" He tried to sound firm. "Young man?" "I have been alive since the beginning of the earth" he stretched his hands out and grabbed the trembling hands of the old man. His hands were cold, bloody cold.

Sweat began to settle on his forehead, so he took out a tissue to dab it off. "Who are you really?" Aiden's voice was firm, demanding an answer. The old man hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around nervously. Then,he sighed his face morphing into a smile " I am Cryptess. The goddess of Darkweb" However, Aiden was smart; he could see the effects he had on this old man, which only fueled his suspicion. When he raised his hand to touch the old man, he suddenly jumped off the seat to his feet.

It was a voice that bore the weight of age and carried a hint of something otherworldly. The door creaked open, revealing an elderly figure standing within. Time had etched deep lines upon his face, and a certain wisdom seemed to emanate from his gaze. He was not quite human, his appearance hinting at a mystical ancestry. "What is it that brings you to my abode?" the old man asked, his voice laced with a gentle yet enigmatic tone. Adrien, intrigued by the presence of this mysterious inhabitant, stepped forward to address him.

Together my betas and I walk into what I assume will leave me more petrified than I was when River told my brothers and I she was done with us. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It reeks of everything bad in this club. Women, filthy omegas, dying things, wolfsbane. The sooner I can get out of here, the sooner I can follow up on River’s whereabouts and the bottom of all this nonsense. Except the old man in front of us is as difficult as stopping Connor from going on a murder spree when he is angry. His cheeks sag with wrinkles and splotchy skin that is too far gone to heal. His grey hair is barely holding onto life and his bones…one of the wisest Alphas who has lived for centuries looks like a dead rotting cor

he asked again. “Nothing useful.” “You expect me to believe that?” “I honestly don’t care what you believe.” The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly then slowly, he stood up. Even with the cane and his age there was still something deeply unsettling about him. Something cold and dangerous, like a devil in human clothing. He walked toward me carefully before stopping directly in front of where I sat tied down. “You disappoint me,” he said quietly. I tilted my head slightly despite the hand still gripping my hair. “Join the club.”