Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

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!

Their eyes burned with the dull red of banked embers — cold, intelligent and merciless. Among them moved the Manananggals. Also twenty-five nightmare creatures in broken human form. Their torsos were split clean from the waist, entrails trailing like ropes of glistening fungus as they hovered on bat-black wings. Pale faces grinned through bloodied teeth, their tongues long and serpentine, tasting the night for the scent of prey. Where they passed, the air soured, a mingling of copper, rot, and hunger. Their laughter, high and wet, skittered through the forest like the scrape of bone.

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

Silently she turns, signaling for us to be completely quiet, then she points at the path. My eyes follow her movements. Some way down the path a horrific scene is taking place, fitting for a horror movie. Two giant hamram is facing each other, snarling and growling, while a man is bent over something on the ground. I gasp when the man moves, as he talks to one of the monsters. Oh God ! It is a human. They are about to eat a human ! They two hamram snaps around instantly, growling a warning, as the man behind them starts to change.

The abandoned castle stands as a chamber of darkness, dripping with an unsettling silence. ASHER, his body weakened and broken, is chained to a cold, rusty wall. His eyes are wide with horror as he watches the hooded man approach, his sinister presence imposing. The hooded Man slowly bends down, his movements deliberate and methodical. He retrieves the severed thumb from the ground, cradling it carefully with an air of macabre fascination. The dim light glints off the Anki knife he used, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.