Hantu Manekin Novels & Stories

Location:. Dark Forest Time: 12:30am Jungkun laid next to Hea and he couldn't stop looking at her face. He was moving his finger out of her forehead towards her chin. He muttered, 'I'm glad I could touch you'. First time he touched her was on Halloween night. If a phantom touched a human the night of Halloween, which was known as the red night in the spirit world, then this human acquired the ability to touch the ghost like a normal human being. It was the reason why she didn't feel strange when she touched him. He looked normal to her, except for his body temperature.

He had never expected that a fat cat could find out where he was hiding. Finally, a skinny old man—wearing a black robe, with gray beard and hair, and an angry expression—was forced to emerge from the void. The man was so skinny that he was like a bamboo pole with clothes. He had no face muscles at all, like a skeleton with a layer of skin. With deep eyes, he was like a ghost. A pair of magic weapon gloves was shattered and the white bones and blood were exposed.

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

the voice wheezed, the sound of sandpaper on bone. The closet door swung wide, not pushed by a hand, but kicked open with a violent force that sent the wood splintering against the wall. The man stepped out. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in rags that smelled of wet earth and ancient decay. His eyes were milky, sightless, yet they locked onto mine with a terrifying, supernatural precision. I didn't run. I couldn't. I was paralyzed, anchored to the floor as he took a step forward, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet on tangled strings.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

the hoarse voice said as lightning streaked through the sky giving Gao yu's parents the chance to see the face of the man. The man looked exceedingly bizarre with a scar runing through his right eye, the mans mouth was curled up adding some kind of authentic terror to his looks . Apart seeing the man face, the lightening also helped them to see some part of the room that was still shrouded in darkness, they saw two scary looking casket. One of the casket was chained with numerous chains and a lot of talisman was placed on the chain while the other was left wide open. They also saw a mud sculpture and an alter that seems to be previously used for ritual.

Faced with little choice, they rush inside the room not minding the dangers that awaits them there. The room is dimly lit, and it has an unexplained air of evil, in fact it looks like a miniature torture chamber. Assortments of lethal looking instruments are displayed in their respectable racks while bladed implements adorn the wall. There are jars containing dead animals and body parts floating in foul coloured liquid in a shelf above the desk. “This woman had likings for crystal sculptures,” Don pointed at a cabinet-full of glass heads. These heads have curious features; they are human-like but they sport strange appendages like horns, pointy ears and extra eyes.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.