Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

They, except Willow, darted their attention to the door and saw a short thickset man, his appearance made everyone in the hall gaze at him. He was putting on a black cloak and a black bowl hat, he held a stick like that of a magician and he had a heavy mustache that seemed fake. He had a black eye bag around his eye socket and he seemed like someone who had seen death and spoke to him one on one. "Okay, I am not attending to that one, he looks creepy" Hazel scurried away. "Neither am I" Billy raised his hands. Piper left what she was doing and cleaned her hands with a towel and walked up to the man who refused to sit but just stood, very close to the door.

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.

And yet there were many other instruments whose purpose Viktor could hardly begin to imagine. These included a human-shaped clay mannequin that had steel pins driven into it, a severed human hand mounted on a wooden base that had lit bait wicks on the fingertips, and something that looked like the skeleton of a baby. placed on a wire frame so that it resembled a macabre puppet. The addition of a bone tail and horns to the skeleton made it look even more haunting.

Alain’s description sounded quite terrifying. Alain suddenly recalled something. "I remember my grandfather mentioning that about 30 years ago, a group of marionettes appeared. They were humanoid figures, but with nothing but bones and skin. They looked alive but had no thoughts of their own. They would kill anyone they saw as if controlled by someone, causing widespread fear."

The walls are made of red rotting wood crawling with insects, and the gravel that makes up the flooring is stained crimson. As my eyes dart around the room they land on a man clad in black. A woman with honey blond hair stands beside him holding a torch. The man is tall with straight black hair and long elven ears. He turns and I glimpse his face. His eyes are orange like a smoldering ember, and his skin is as white as silk. The way his orange eyes glow in the torch-light sends a shiver down my spine. "You have done well, this is the most I have seen in a while," the man states.

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - The woman comes out of the shower naked, a towel wrapped tightly around her skeletal body. She's so thin, you can see her hip bones sticking out through the thick fabric. I don't like what I am seeing. Yeah, this is some other man's fantasy. But then what is mine? Mine. like someone can ever love a monster like me.

“Begin.” Demons leap from the shadows—falling from the ceiling, crawling from walls, even sneaking up behind us. A massive gargoyle-like creature blocks our path, but instead of stone skin, his hide is made of bone. On one side of him is a lion-headed woman in Egyptian garb. On the other, a woman with antlers and a body split down the middle—half rotting skeleton, half cold-eyed human. Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front.

Losing a bulb was almost as bad as losing a man and I'd be kicking myself for it later, but for now, I had a Shadow Man to dispose of. The land to my right had nothing but calf high grass, as brittle as it was yellow, but the left harboured a thick mass of half dead forest, less than six foot away. A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed.