Scary Candyman Novels & Stories

Clearing her throat, she began speaking. " I know you're in there, please come out." A movement was heard but no one came forth. Scarlett sighed before placing more bag of coins down on the table she had found. That must have interested the person because footsteps was soon heard. A huge body filled the room, dressed in shabby clothing. His eyes were sunken and they were no trace of youthfulness in his face anymore. Scarlett almost felt sorry for him. " Why are you here, Scarlett?" He called out, His voice calm but Scarlett could sniff out the slightest bit of irritation. Her lips twitched as she stared at him. " I need you to get someone out of the way. She's refused to leave."

The man looked confused. "Who are you?" "Your doom!. J, give me the acid" "You fucking monster what did you do to me?" He struggled on his chair. Trying to get out but nothing worked. "Oh! I know I am a monster. You don't have to worry about that. If you had given me the name in the first place we'd not have reached this far." He laughed menacingly. His voice created chills on his body and watched as Kamala withdrew the syringe from the drawer until he dipped in acid.

A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

Yes, I could have touched those tempting parts of his body. I would be the greatest liar in the world, if I did not admit how badly aroused I had become. The food in my mouth was almost tasteless. All I cared for at that moment was to satisfy my sexually increasing urge with the hot dude sitting in my opposite direction, even though I'm more than twenty years older than him. I couldn't help it any time I remember that Johnny was my best friend's son. Any affair with Melinda's son will definitely go down as one of the most horrible crimes I have committed against her. She will never forgive me and neither will I forgive me.

My feet barely touched the ground. A single lightbulb flickered above me. The light there was dim. Then I saw her—Vivian. Standing in front of me, arms folded. And beside her… a huge terrifying man. I didn’t know him then, but I’d later learn his name was Mike—the one who did her dirty work. “I was wondering when you’d wake up,” she said sweetly. “Wh-where am I?” My voice was hoarse. My neck ached. “You don’t get to ask questions,” Vivian snapped.

On Halloween night, 1975,a handsome stranger walked into the El Camaroncito Nite Club off Old Highway 90,near San Antonio. He was a brilliant dancer and even the shyest girl in the room couldn't resist his request for a turn around the floor. One partner was almost in a trance as she whirled and spun with the man,and the crowd watched, enraptured. Suddenly his partner cried out in terror:'Your feet!Your feet!' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace.

Her head hit the ground with a sickening crack. Mathin’s feet hit the ground and he launched himself toward him. A snarl of outrage came from Scy at Mathin’s back, but he only had attention for their enemy. The Haunt changed. Only this change was nothing like that of a full Haunt. Instead he became a hideous mixture of wolf and man, a were-thing with long, scraggly hair and patches of naked flesh. Abnormally long fangs gleamed yellow in his elongated jaws, and his eyes gleamed pus-yellow with red pupils.

Grayson ordered as Rosa joined them again, covering the rear. Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered, and from around the corner came a sound–a wet, clicking noise. Not footsteps. Not quite human. Grayson raised his weapon. "Something’s here." They froze. A figure turned the corner. Not a soldier. It was a hybrid. Taller than a man, with elongated limbs and partially synthetic plating across its torso, its face shimmered with artificial skin that rippled like liquid over bone. Its eyes locked onto Elena, and then onto Rose.

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.