Hantu Manekin 소설 & 이야기

An impatient woman’s voice came through the receiver, and I quickly answered, “Hello, are you a staff member from Little Tots Amusement Park? “We’re trapped inside the haunted house—the door won’t open.”

Hank questioned, his expression vicious. "Everything happened exactly as you predicted, sir! This bitch set up a trap for me!" Natalie's expression shifted. Finally, the true mastermind behind Hank showed up. A grating cackle rang out, and a short, hideous man emerged from the shadows. Half of his face looked like it had already rotted. It was a pretty gruesome sight. "Greetings, sir!" Hank said as he bowed to the man, who was only about three feet tall. "Who are you!" Natalie questioned.

"You already have the deadpan sarcasm down to an art form." Gavin laughed, taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. "Hey, if I'm being forced into participating in this elaborate Halloween production, I'm going all in. I already ordered Thing. You know, the creepy disembodied hand that crawls around. It's animatronic and everything." Lucas groaned from the couch, looking genuinely pained. "You're all taking this way too seriously." "That's because you have no Halloween spirit," Piper teased, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're like the Scrooge of Halloween."

I whispered back. Lucian groaned. Before he could stop me, I spotted a mannequin and gasped. “Lucian. Someone froze.” “That is a mannequin.” “It is a person.” “It is plastic.” The mannequin stared blankly into the distance, arms outstretched in a threatening pose. I poked its cheek. It did not move. I poked it harder. Still nothing. Suspicious. I leaned close. “If you are cursed, blink twice.”

This one was attached to something long and snakelike under the surface, its body more like a grotesque anglerfish’s lure than a proper animatronic. Its wide mouth opened and closed around a flailing human arm. The man it had grabbed—another of the quieter survivors, dark hair plastered to his skull—was half submerged already, his fingers scrabbling at the slime‑coated side of the pier Ghost‑pale arms, translucent and wrong, were coiling around his legs, wrists, torso, and pulling. He managed one choked scream before a wave crashed over his head. “Move!” Grant barked. Chaos detonated.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

"Yes, even after having had dreams a few times, the ghost started to show itself every time my friend walked into her room." Hana swallowed hard, the hairs on her neck immediately stood up as her head began to imagine the various kinds of ghosts that could appear in Zoe's room. Hiii Even though Hana is known for her tomboyish attitude and fearlessness, if it's about ghosts and spirits, then Hana will happily raise a white flag. "If the ghost appears in front of you, just hit it, there's no need to be afraid." Hana immediately raised her face, looked at Mimi, who had just come out from her room. She then handed over the plastic bag to Hana.

Hearing there were other monster hunters apart from him, the man laughed and shook their hands. “My name is Han. I’m the only hunter who lives near the forest. Coincidentally, the girl with the red hood you heard from the builder brothers is my niece. Come inside. We have a lot to discuss about that horrible monster.” Nodding at Akiko when she hesitated, Liu Feng took the lead and entered first behind Han but waited for her to follow him as he could not sense any objects in the house. Unlike other stages, the blind man thought this stage was more bugged than the others. Many objects and people in this stage had little to no presence. It was as if they were walking through a land of illusions

Not long after, the black glow began momentarily swirling in the air before finally forming the silhouette of a phantom-like humanoid! Upon closer inspection, the phantom appeared to be a young man who had a hooked nose, and a pair of upward-slanting brows that laid above eyes that occasionally glinted evilly. Who would’ve imagined that this phantom-like humanoid—who had supposedly already existed for tens of thousands of years—would still retain the appearance of a young man!