Novel & Cerita Old Man Eating Paint

Within seconds, he had managed to pin Amber between his body and the carpeted wooden floor. "Don't you see? My hands are just bones covered with skin! Your teeth will fall out if you eat them!” the woman exclaimed as she could no longer think normally. Whatever came to mind just slipped out of her mouth. She was really desperate. "That's exactly my favorite part. Human bones," Mister Cold replied, holding back a laugh. He was happy to see the stupid woman suffer. “Now, say goodbye to the world. You will soon become my delicious meal.” "No," Amber sighed while glancing at her hand which was getting closer to the man's mouth. When Mister Cold gaped wide, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "

“I used to play in this hall all the time as a boy. I never really thought about the people in the paintings even though I knew who they were.” Alecia read the name ‘George Sheriff Hendrix.’ The painting was of an old man, with no hair, but a well-defined jaw line and deep, piercing gray eyes. The man wore a suit with a high collar that almost stretched to his ears.

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"

EMBER’S POV And oh, the satisfaction of it nearly makes me laugh out loud right there at the counter. I keep my face stupid, thumb resting on that one sticky rim, but inside I am grinning like a fool. Because they’d been so good. So patient, so smug, so certain. And they’d handed themselves to me with the thing they were proudest of. The paint was the proof. But the paint only told me what the old man’s face had been screaming at me the whole time, if I’d only thought to ask the right question.

“I need to see if you can actually do this.” “I just signed your contract…” “Then prove you can handle it.” He picks up a piece of charcoal, nods toward the stool. “Clothes off, Elena. Let’s see what I’m paying for, get to work.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

When they rushed to the toilet, he had already pulled the old man out from the stall, buried his head into the toilet bowl, and started stuffing his mouth… They tried to drag him away from the stall, but they couldn’t stop him… The old man was so frightened by the bizarre scene that he trembled on the floor with his pants still on his knees. The onlookers were equally stunned by the sight, and some nosy people took out their phones and started recording the scene, posting it on Twitter. “Holy cow! Look! There’s a crazy dude here at the Silverwing Hospital who eats shit…”