Mr Hands Scary Novels & Stories

Jack didn't wait, he kicked the door so hard that it broke and fell back on the ground. They both didn't waste a second. They entered the room. But what they both saw shocked and scared them. Marcus has a shard of glass in his hand. He has cut his hands and arms with that glass. The blood was dripping down from his hands. But what frightened them more was that he was going to slide his throat with that glass shard.

I yelled with fear, and the medicine packet dropped from my hand. The man with fangs looked up, and for a split moment, he stared at me without any reaction, and in the next moment, he disappeared. My blood went cold, and my throat dried up immediately, devoid of any emotions. I thought that was all, but again, I felt a presence behind me. Something eerie and fearsome, I turned around, and in that second, I was face to face with the long-fanged man. My eyes widened as I recoiled back in fear while praying fervently under my breath as I plead. "Please don't kill me"

For now. Kira coughed. "Seriously, though, the snake kind of backed off when it heard you roar." I chuckled softly. "It paralyzed. Like, for real. You should've seen its eyes." We all laughed. The laughter was brittle, as if we were trying to rub away the terror of the last few hours. But even laughing, my fingers held tight to the seat. Kira edged forward from the backseat a little, her voice carrying over the stillness. "How are we going to handle Ruth?"

“ Yes Marcus. Leticia is here with me and she misses you terribly. That is why she asked me to come and tell you thaere’s a way for all of us to be together once more.” “How?” he managed to ask. Everything was spinning, swimming before his eyes. “Open your hand Marcus.” He did as she asked.The razor appeared out of nowhere. It wasn’t in his hand before… “Use it, my darling, then you will be with us forever.”

I kicked at him with all I had but it was pointless. “Shhh, shh my sweet girl I would never hurt you,” he said, trying to lean toward me. “NO NO NO!” I thrashed myself at him, trying to scratch him, but he was like a wall. The man who had been sleeping approached us but he didn’t seem as scary. “Give her to me and step away,” he demanded. The scary man did as he was told but he stared at me the whole time. I curled myself into the nice man, and the woman came to run her fingers through my hair.

Then suddenly events of yesterday came into my mind , the gunshots, voices , trying to escape and then the scary mens . I looked around with fear . I know by this time I am shaking , my body is shaking uncontrollably from fear . I looked around and saw the men who had hit me yesterday before I blanked out . Yes , this is the same scary guy . The scary guy grabbed my face roughly in a tight grip . It's like he is trying to break my bones of face . It is hurting me really badly. I tried to back away but can't . Then I realised that I am tied to the chair . I can't move . His grip is more tightening on my face . I think my bones are on verge of breaking .

The door suddenly slammed open. I let out a startled scream as Marcus stormed into the room. He looked completely disheveled. Blood stained parts of his shirt and hands while a handgun rested tightly in his grip. His hair was messy, his chest rising heavily with uneven breaths, and the dark look in his eyes made him appear less human and more like some kind of monster. Before I could even react properly, he suddenly grabbed me harshly by the hair. “Aah!” Pain exploded through my scalp as he dragged me violently up from the floor.

Ryan lifts his hand to slide the curtain while Tara's face turns white and lumps form in her throat. Fear...!!! Scared...!!! Horror...!!! Dread...!!!... All this covered her senses, she felt numbness in her entire body, and shut her eyes tightly, “I am dead... now!!!...”. Ryan grabs the curtain in his fist but doesn’t skate it, his lip corner raised in a malevolence grin from one side, as something clicks in his brain. He released the curtain from his fist, caressed her silhouette emerging on the curtain from his fingers back side sensually, and moved back slowly without turning, his blue orbs hooked on the curtain like the predator set his eyes on his prey.

I agreed even though I can feel my hands trembling. Seems like Jack have noticed my trembling hands because he stopped and suddenly hold my hands. I looked at his hands holding mine then looked up at him. He’s worried. “Are you sure you wanna go... there?” He asked gently. I nodded my head. “I’m not sure...” I said, “But I want to overcome my trauma, Jack...” I sobbed. I felt his arms wrapped around me. “I’m sorry,” he said and caressed my hair. “It’s my fault.”

I bring my hand on the lump to feel the swell and I wince painfully when I rub slightly. I train my fingers down my cheek to my neck and I swallow painfully as I trace the raw marks on my neck. The marks are so visible, and I need to conceal them since I don't have a scarf. Luther fucking scared me! The son of bitch had the guts to say to my face that he will get away with raping me and what hurts the most is the fact that he has had his way with girls before and he is still Scotts free. He should rot in jail, I will see to it even if it is the last thing I do in this fucked up world.