Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

There was something ethereal about them, and it made me equal parts unnerved and at peace which was an odd dichotomy. I recognized the taller man from the dreams. He stood tall, well over 6 feet. His black hair was pulled back into a man bun, and his brown eyes glowed in the dim light from the house. The sun had yet to rise, but it would not be long before it did.

She put her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from whimpering. A voice so deep that it made the contents of the cart rumble resounded through the early morning. The men looked on in disbelief. A giant spectre, three-hundred feet tall, stood at the end of the road, with one foot at either side of the path. The mammoth man was slender and dressed in all black so that he was at first difficult to distinguish from the darkness. He wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. He was barefooted and his straw hat obscured the top half of his face. They could see the tan skin of his jaw and the white of his large, sharp teeth. “You may pass once you have handed over the maiden to me,” he thundere

The tall man had just come to a stop when the short, stocky man beside me spoke up. "Who the hell are you? What's this talk about you 'satisfying' her? Can't you see I'm already here? Get lost!" The tall man shifted his gaze from me to the short, stocky man with a look of disdain. "Me? Leave? Didn't you hear this beauty screaming for help? She's clearly disgusted by you. She doesn't want anything to do with you. Just get lost already!"

Her mum would cry out blood and her dad would throw punches the size of a truck. The ghost who valued words more than gold had yet again decided to remain mute. Remind me, why am I the active partner in this?! Her eyes closely scanned him, evaluating this her ghost husband and wondered how his lean nature and incredible height did not mar his physique as he filled his white shirt and black suit pants with acute fitness.

The short man had also called that tall, suspiciously disguised man at the cinema “Boss.” Danice blinked. No way… Could that creep have been Zarius? What a small world. …..

I ran faster to catch up with him but I still couldn’t see his tall figure. "Angelo?!" I called for him but there was no answer. Where did that brat go? I looked around and was astounded to see a familiar enormous manor from afar. "Shit! Am I dreaming again?" "No little lady. You are not." I heard a chilly voice and I instantly shot my eyes from my left where I heard the voice and there I saw a tall and very pale man with long raven black hair hanging loosely on his pale face, leaning on the big oak tree. This was definitely a dream. That monstrous manor and that big oak tree were completely identical to my dream! I pinched my arm and winced as I felt the pain.

I walk towards the main gate of Killian's property, cursing myself how I'm supposed to leave when the gates are locked. " Hi. Mr. Black asked me to drive you home." A voice says behind me. I twirl around at once, coming face to face with a tall man. He's dressed formally in a suit. Strong face, well, good looking too. " This way please." He says, turning around back to Killian's million dollar mansion.

the man said as he stood up. "well the food might have not finally made the impression you want it to make but it still made an impression more than your chubby man transformation, you see not everybody has a good impression of Chubby people, i know Mammon and he sure don't strike a good impression to me, but sure i will try to see if I can get poker face to join with me, so now can two people teleport with one token?" Thanatos asked. "you know this wasn't my real appearance?" the man asked Thanatos.

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt. As for Susan, the gentle facade had long since vanished. What remained was a woman on the verge of hysteria. "They fight almost every day. Susan yells at Harold for being useless, and the two of them are constantly at each other's throats. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs have filed multiple complaints." My expression remained unchanged. I couldn't help but wonder if Harold's downfall was, at least in part, a form of silent revenge against Susan. Honestly, even if he left with nothing, he should have been able to make a comeback given his skills.