Novel & Cerita Mr Hands Scary

“She said she had her plans for your marriage and there was no way she was going to allow me ruin it and then she tried to bribe me with money but I refused. She then… she threatened to have me killed!” “You should have come to me about this” He told her. “You should have told me immediately” “I tried to tell you but you went on that business trip and I was… I was threatened by a masked man and I was too scared, Henry.” “A masked man?” He asked, confusion dotting his forehead even more

He took a deep breath and opened the door, his face delighted to think he was meeting him. But the moment he opened the door, his eyes found a strange man peeking at him, a man in his forties, a face filled with scars, making it barely recognizable. The man stood as if he owned this place and trotted inside, pushing Ryan aside. It shocked Ryan to see this guy’s audacity and had an urge to call the security but then he heard him. His voice made a spine chilling shiver down his spine as if someone drowned him in a tub of ice cold water. His inside felt churning, yet his palms froze one in the air and another on the doorknob, which slowly slid out of his grip and closed.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

~Zara Todd’s POV~ “Who the hell are you?” I steer my head towards the voice and my breathe hitches in the way like I have seen a ghost. The man I am seeing in front of me looks so scary with a huge scar in the middle of the face while he is holding his ear with one hand which is bleeding and his eyes are more than just intimidating. “I…I…,” I couldn’t just speak anything. I have the hunch that this man is against our side and somehow I am getting the clue that the reason he is holding his hurt ears could be because of Xavier.

Now he looks like a gaping fish. “You really shouldn’t talk to the lady like that,” the man continues, his voice deepening into a low rumble as he puts his hand on Manny’s shoulder. “Unless you want your dick cut off and fed to you.” His grip tightens, and even though it looks pretty tame, Manny starts to wince in pain. Manny is used to being the scariest man in the room, and no one has taken that title. Well, he never lets anyone take that title… until now.

Make sure your back is against the wall before I raise my hands to my eyes. With a little faint light from the porch, I could see what the man had just done to my hand. He had drawn a scorpion tail ring on my little finger. The long hooked tail, which happened to be drawn as I retracted my hand, was the final step, dragging out the flying lines harshly and smoothly, no wonder he let go of his hand so easily. In this eerie, dark night, the scorpion with its teeth and claws on my pinky finger made me feel inexplicably nauseous. I felt like rubbing my thumb several times to try to rub the color off, but I soon realized something was very wrong.

Less than 7% of people have it. The doctor opened his mouth, but said nothing. He just glanced at the door. The silence answered for him. The door pushed open. Sandra walked in. A white bandage was wrapped tight around her right hand. A small red spot was already bleeding through the gauze. Her face was paper-white. Her lips had no color. Dark circles sat under her eyes like bruises. But her back was straight. Steel rod straight. Unbreakable. She didn’t look at Ryan. Not once. Not even when she felt his eyes burning a hole through her skull.

She hadn't taken a few steps when the door burst open to reveal a very large man with a blazing red eye. "Remus, there's a man here. He's very scary, I don't know who he is but he's definitely not Harrison's principal Harrison. Remus, he's breathing heavily like... Like... Like he just killed someone." Sylvia stammered. "Babe, get out of there. I don't want you anywhere close to the man. For heaven's sake babe, get out." Remus screamed into the phone. Sylvia looked up and the next few seconds of her life seemed to flash before her eyes because she knew she was dead. The man stared deep into her eyes, a mad gleam in his eyes.

My shaking hands reached out to touch him. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I screamed in horror. What kind of animal could have done this? I could barely recognize the once-very good-looking man. "He's still breathing, but not for long. He's already a goner." Hera revealed it, sadly. I wanted to scream at her when a gurgling sound diverted my attention. Sinclair opened his left eye, blood spilling out of his mouth, as he raised his bloody hand, which appeared to be missing an index finger, to touch my face.