Phantasm The Tall Man Novels & Stories

Several wrinkles occupied his forehead and displayed his age, and his eyes reeked of the passage of time. It was an odd thing for a man capable of flight to be in this village, but even stranger was that he wasn’t alone. For next to the man was another capable of flight. But this person was an odd one. He was an old man, just like his companion; but unlike his companion he was dressed queerly. Several rings and metallic rods pierced his ears, nose and tongue. His eyes were as gray as the color of his hair, and several bangles could be found on every highly movable joint. These two men were Elder Fan and Chief Priest Kaka. Mane was right to think that there was something off about the two. T

If Killian’s words were true, Olivia and her darkling would arrive soon, and it would be too late for us to escape this place alive. “I don’t think you have to worry about that phantom shadow and her darklings.” All three of us moved away from the direction the voice came from and crouched, ready to defend or attack. “Who are you!” Killian snarled; his throat was ripping with the sound of both confusion and fear. “Show yourself!” From the darkest part of the basement appeared a shadow that formed into a tall, tanned man with white hair and turquoise eyes. His beauty was mesmerizing at first until he stepped into the light, and he turned into an old man in his early sixties.

"I'm not interested in women." The tall man and the bald one exchanged a knowing look before snickering sleazily. "Then tomorrow we'll get you a pretty guy and let you have some real fun! Ha-ha…" The bald man chuckled crudely, about to pitch a sick plan to pass the targeted woman around when a sudden jolt of agony burst through his forehead. His expression froze. His legs gave way. He toppled. That lewd daydream still hung in the bald man's skull, his filthy grin frozen in death as the lights went out. "Bang!" He thudded against the gravel, eyes unblinking, stunned even in death.

The girl took a long drag and then continued out the door to wait to see who the next guest was. “Humans are less important to lust than greed, Phantom. It's a surprise, isn't it?" An old man came over, his body covered with scars, he smiled at the girl with a strange smile and was about to go inside. “This place does not welcome demons!” Phantom stopped him with his hand, then lowered his head and whispered to the old man, "Especially a great demon king like you."

But I don't think this is the home of any mysterious wizard, because, at the entrance to the valley, a curtain made of a string of skulls is a good display of the Master's taste. Blayze humbly handed over a bag of gold coins, and the Tall Man, with a hideous scar running along his face, took the money and turned to walk toward the hut. We watched him go into the house, and we didn't see him come out until the sundowners. “He's not a crook, is he?” I frowned. It wasn't my money, but Blayze's money was mine, wasn't it? How many silk dresses or jewels could be bought with that bag of gold coins?

- Jimboy if it was a zombie it was too big! it was colossal! having a frame of 3 story building if it found us we will all die!! because of this theory, we don't do any unnecessary movement even though the fog was thick it is better to be careful and do nothing stupid! the sound stop and shaking is also along with it all of us feels despair to the sudden happening "I hope that thing doesn't go near us..."- Bhlezy "yes"- Kaye because of the things Phil named the Mananaggal and the colossal thing

Motus leapt at the tall man as Atzi disappears from his sight. "i hope she gets out safely." He thought to himself as he attacked. The man caught Motus by his neck and threw him into a nearby shelf. The shelf and all its dusty contents crashed on top of Motus with a loud clatter. "You ain't so big and bad now are ya? Haha! Just a scared pup you are now." The tall man stepped into a brighter light to reveal himself as Amadaus. Motus attempted to stand, but he was wobbly and aching,

The phone ringing a few times and the trembling voice on the other end. "I'm ready. But I have one last request from you." Allen was silent for a while. He thought. "Say it for the last time!" ".............." Although Altan took a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, the restlessness within him continued to increase. Now the last fort remained in front of him. If he took that castle, his job would be as easy as ripping a sock. But the job was to take that castle, and that castle was so well guarded. He should have been so prepared. It must have been so strong. That castle was surrounded by strong walls. Even if it was a solid wall, he would burn and destroy those walls. He was going t

She felt herself like a pig who had been taken good care of before she was slaughtered, and they were fattening her! She had a feeling that time was running out! "How's she doing today?" The so called master was in a wheelchair, dressed in an ink-colored Chinese Tang suit, as if he were in the middle of a landscape. There was a red tiny mole below the corner of his left eye. He looked slothful but very charming. "She's very quiet, very obedient!" "Is that so? It's really not like what's described in these materials!" All the materials of Jean were placed on his desk. He picked up the publicity photo of "Dreamcraft", in which Jean was dressed up as the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

One of them, a man wearing a ruined dress shirt and seemed to have several stab wounds on his chest and torso, approached her. "Why... are you here?" he asked, his voice so raspy it was akin to nails being scratched across a chalkboard. "What... are you... doing... here?" She was staring wide-eyed as the spectre approached her until their faces were within inches. She could...somehow make out his facial features, and despite any sort of definitiveness due to his smoky form, she could somehow tell that he resembled Michael, only a bit younger. "Who...are you?" she asked, trembling. "Are you going...to kill me?" The spirit threw his head back and laughed, the handful of spirits echoing him.