Mr Hands Scary Novels & Stories

She wrapped her small arms tighter around Marcus’s neck, burying her face into his overcoat. "Mr. Giant," she winced, her voice small and trembling. "The scary man is yelling again. Make him go away." "Shh, little bird," Marcus murmured softly, his hand gently rubbing the back of her head, his voice a soothing rumble that instantly calmed her. "The scary man can't touch you. I’m right here." Marcus looked up, his gaze landing on my face, his expression turning into a mask of pure savagery.

Alex’s stuttering response was cut short as the man tightened his grip, his sinister smirk visible even in the dim light. “You dare to mess up with Mr. X,” he said simply, the name carrying a weight of terror. Mr. X?? I repeated and felt a fear crept into my bones. Alex’s reaction was immediate. His eyes widened in horror, his face turning a sickly pale as he tried to speak, but no words came out. Within seconds, his body went limp, his head lolling to the side. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle the scream threatening to escape. My entire body trembled as I pressed myself against the seat, hoping the shadows would hide me.

"That's better. Now stroke up, but not too fast." Marcus's hand moved experimentally, watching Ryan's face for reactions. "Is this the right pressure?" "Fuck, yeah." Ryan's hips twitched forward involuntarily. "Just like that. Use your thumb on the head when you reach the top." Marcus followed the instruction, his thumb sliding over the sensitive tip. Ryan's head fell back, a string of curses leaving his lips. "Jesus, you're a fast learner." "You're a good teacher," Marcus replied, his own voice strained. He stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching now. "What about this?" His grip tightened slightly, strokes becoming more confident.

I shifted, pressing my thighs together, already feeling myself getting wetter. Another man joined us—broad-shouldered, with a short, neatly trimmed beard and kind but hungry blue eyes. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, voice deep and smooth. Marcus nodded, and the man took the spot on my other side. His thigh pressed against mine too. “I’m Ryan,” he said, offering his hand. I shook it, noticing how large his palm was, how strong his fingers felt.

came out and appears in front of her. "Arra...come to me. I've been waiting on you for so long," said the scary man with a deep voice. "Go away! Please, go away! Daddy! Help me!" she screamed so loud. Hoping that someone can hear her voice. Her body was shaking in fear as she silently chanting a prayer. A minute had passed and she didn't hear the voice again. She wants to open her eyes to check if the scary man was still there but she couldn't do it. Afraid that once she opens her eyes she will only discover that the man was still there and still staring at her with a creepy look.

Marcus: " I'm giving nala permission to watch the new conjuring movie" Zach: "you sure it's a horror movie" Marcus: " yes I'm sure let her watch it, alpha orders" Before i could send any more of my demands marcus took his phone back. The rest of the day passed okay , i had chicken nuggets and cookies for dinner and watched the conjuring with zach which was terrifying. I screamed at the first jump scare and marcus came running to zach room. "What's going on? I heard a scream" ~marcus

She moved her other hand and grabbed the wrist of the man, she wasn't adding too much force, the man felt like he had suffered from dislocation, his face turned pale while his eyes were dark and Misty. All he could do was let out a small groan, he couldn't even scream. Her eyes were cold yet her expression was peaceful and unchanged. She let go of his hand and said, "If you don't want to get a broken hand, you should scram." The man stumbled on his feet, as he looked at her in horror, and then retreated in panic, this scene didn't go unnoticed by his friends, they tried to get what just happened from him but he was too embarrassed to give details of such an incident.

I screamed at the top of my voice in horror and all of a sudden, I felt a wind rush past me, and a force charged into Ryan, throwing him to the end of the room. I opened my eyes to see a man from nowhere, deal with Ryan mercilessly until he couldn't move anymore. He finally stood up and slowly turned to me. My heart dropped at the sight of the strange man with blood all over his face. “Wh… what do you want from me?! Who are you?!”, I quivered in terror. He took a step forward, and all I remember doing was screaming at the top of my voice. ** "No!!!", I screamed in fear and jumped out of my bed.

That man terrified her just as much as the first time she had seen him—just as much as the first time his cold hand had gripped her shoulder, the first time his warm, disgusting breath had brushed along her neck. As she remembered those scenes while he spoke, she tightened her grip on the scissors in her hand. She had the sudden impulse to run toward him and stab him, but she restrained herself. Mario lowered his gaze toward Sara’s hand, where she was clutching the scissors. Then he looked at her again, narrowing his eyes. It was that piercing gaze that seemed to read her mind. Sara opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment someone appeared behind Mario. It was Manuel, the Monter family

He could hurt her at any time and that was enough reason for her to get nervous. Rose saw how Mr. Evidence's eyes were fixed on her as she spoke. "You can't blame me for being nervous. I'm about to get a massage by a cold man. A man whose gaze is as scary as that of a snake." Said Rose as he smiled. He saw that she had removed the towel and then he spoke. "Let's proceed. You can lie on the bed now." "Now…" said Rose. " Yes, now. Now, we can proceed." Said Mr. Evidence as she gulped before nodding.