Lost Tapes Lizard Man Novels & Stories

My phone beeped again, and I stared at Peter's next words. Peter: Lizard Park 9:30. Just you and Zander. If you don't want your friend to get hurt, don't tell anyone else. I will know if you do. Don't be late. My mind raced. I had a little more than thirty minutes to get to the location that Peter had mentioned. It was nestled next to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park near Felton, the next town over. Lizard Park wasn't its real name. It went by Roaring Camp Railroads, but Ruthie and I had nicknamed it Lizard Park because there had been an invasion of lizards one year when we were kids. We couldn't walk two feet without almost stepping on them. The bushes rustled with their movements, making u

look. “We are vampires, we have come to ask for something.” She hadn’t prepared anything to say and was unsure if she gave the right answer, but it was better than saying nothing. There was a long period of silence and Joana was beginning to wonder if the voice heard her correctly. They began to hear a small rattling noise coming from the other end of the cave and suddenly a small black lizard came into view, the lizard didn’t crawl like a normal one did, but stood upright with a royal charisma, its shoulders lifted with a look of boldness on its face as it walked towards them.

The video stuttered to life on my laptop, the timestamp showing three weeks ago. A sterile white room. A man strapped to a chair, electrodes snaking from his temples to a humming console. His pupils were blown wide, his lips moving silently. Then—the scream. It ripped through the safehouse speakers, raw and guttural. The man’s back arched as his skin moved, something slithering beneath his flesh like serpents under silk. His jaw unhinged. And he sang.

“Fuck you.” Lazarus eyes flashed sinisterly, that smile so cold and disturbing. “You don’t want to talk? That’s fine with me.” I scream in horror. Lazarus’s eyes glowed, his fangs elongating and he dives into the man’s neck, ripping out a chunk of his flesh and spitting it onto the ground. The man gargled, blood sprouting from the wound, wide-eyed and stricken with fear as Lazarus plunges his hand into the man’s chest.

Then, Elaine and I started our new lives. Sometime later, I received a few videos from Mr. Quinton. The man in one of them was barely recognizable—he didn't even seem remotely human. He was curled up in a rusty cage, and his chest had collapsed. His ears and nose were missing, and he kept slamming his head on the side of the cage, leaving it bloody. Lindsey was the focus of the other videos. Her hair was a mess, and her gaze was unfocused. She was naked in a basement. She looked like she was in better condition than Harvey was, though.

It raised its tail, aiming it at Wilbur before striking. Wilbur leaped out of the way at once. He saw the sand on the side move, followed by a gigantic lizard emerging from the shifting sands. The lizard crawled onto the scorpion's back and flicked its tongue out to catch Wilbur. Wilbur slid to the side, then retreated a dozen or so steps backward. Just as he was doing so, the scorpion struck again, but this time its tail pierced right through the lizard's tongue. Black venom spread across the lizard's originally-pink tongue, and it was not long before the lizard turned completely black.

Christopher D’Amico. “Don’t touch me.” His words to the man were simple as he lit his cigar. “Okay, then just follow me; I mean, usually I would- mmh.” The man started and stopped as if realising that there would be no point in explaining more since he wouldn’t listen anyway. The flamboyant man guiding him down the dark halls filled with men and women dressed in various sexy animal costumes introduced himself as Taz. “So, how did you meet my Lizzy?”

A husky voice of a man was heard behind her which made her to leap from her position. "I-Im Claire Sylvia. T-reznor call me to come here." She was stuttering as she spoke when she saw the appearance of a man behind her. "Come in!" He replied seriously and Claire felt relieve when the horrifying man opened the door for her. "OMYGAD!" She whispered at herself as she saw the entire picture of the room. There was a thousands of iron cages standing at ten rows. There were single beast that have a resemblance with Lycan and the Hyena. Claire could not believe on what she see since she did not know the real identity of Treznor.

Elara It looked like a giant lizard, easily the size of a Honda, with thick gray scales and two glowing red eyes that locked straight onto us. It let out a low, wet hiss, and a long purple tongue shot out of its mouth. "Holy shit!" Damon yelled, raising his silver gun and firing three quick shots. The bullets hit the creature's chest, but they just bounced off its thick scales with a loud metallic screeching that grated on my nerves. The lizard didn't even flinch. It just got madder, and its red eyes glowed brighter before it jumped forward, opening its mouth to show us rows and rows of sharp, yellow teeth.

Teresa swallowed. Yes. Larris eyes widened in horror. Teresa, NO! She reached up. Touched the USB around her neck. She held it between her fingers. The Ghost reached out a hand. Larris struggled, roaring, DON’T GIVE IT TO HER! Teresa stared into the Ghost's masked eyes. And smiled. Catch. She tossed the USB high into the air. In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling.