Scary Candyman Novels & Stories

He learned the shit from programming video games of all things. "What the fuck boss?" My guys were pissed but they were nowhere near my level. I didn't let my mind play the guessing game that was no way to go into an Op. If I started thinking it might be one asshole and focused entirely on him then I might miss something. I'm a free market thinker everyone is suspect except the three women sitting in my truck. If the fucker was watching this play out he was gonna need a rocket launcher if he wanted to fuck with them. "Task complete." Who the fuck thought of giving Tessie Marilyn Monroe's voice anyway? That shit was just off. We walked over to where she'd picked apart what turned out to be an

said Cassidy. 10hrs 30mins 6hrs 30mins have passed and I was repairing Quacker the Pirate Duck. Fritz woke up to see me busy on my first ever animatronic. I looked at Fritz “did you and your friends have a nap?” I asked “yes Arnold, we were tired” Fritz looks at my animatronic “what animatronic are you making?” Fritz I looked at it “you mean my animatronic this is Quacker, the Pirate Duck. I made her because I thought you are lonely animatronic wise” I said “you do have a point matey besides I’m the only pirate animatronic around honestly” Fritz admitted. I turned around to see a spirit waiting patiently “Arnold am I ready?” the spirit asked “you are ready Scarlet” I said then Scarlet floate

"I want to escape the city and follow the sun. I don't want to get lost in the dark of the night" "Cotton Candy!!!" Scarlet screamed, while she dragged me to the stall ahead. I let her drag me along with her. She ordered 5 huge cotton candies and gave it to us, like a grandmother handing out cookies to her grandchildren. I took the cotton candy happily, but someone didn't seem so happy. Ethan was scowling at the dessert as though it had insulted him.

Leone folded his arms across his chiseled chest. “Well, I couldn’t sleep much last night, so I was thinking about my photo on your phone… I know there is no such thing as the ‘Candyman’ game… That you took a photo of me because you find me hot. But why Candyman? Why not Mr. Sexy? As I recall, a candyman is a drug dealer, isn’t it?” She looked at him, then nodded and smiled slightly.

Yellow tape went up, and camera flashes strobed constantly. The medical examiner wore a mask. After a preliminary examination, he announced in a cold voice, "The time of death exceeds 72 hours. Preliminary cause of death is acute gastric perforation and organ failure resulting from an overdose of strong painkillers mixed with high-proof alcohol. The deceased likely experienced extreme suffering before death." Extreme suffering. Those words stabbed into Dad like knives. When the police collected evidence, they had to use considerable force to pry open my clenched right hand. In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood.

The answer, though unspoken, seemed to materialize before me, casting a shadow of terror upon my already shattered world. There was only one man capable of orchestrating such a heinous act - Clyde Butch, a notorious and ruthless mafia boss whose name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. My mind raced with memories of my time in Clyde's clutches, a period of my life I desperately sought to forget. I had been held captive against my will, subjected to his cruel and sadistic whims. The scars, both physical and emotional, were a constant reminder of the torment I endured. The realization of Clyde's involvement sent a chilling shiver down my spine. The walls of my apartment, on

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

He was waiting, giving her space to find the words herself. She did. "I've been seeing things. Weird things. And people I've never met before." Her voice dropped lower. "There's this one guy. He looks really scary. Has this large scar by his right eye, and for some reason..." She trailed off, wrapping her arms around herself. "It feels like he knows me." Damon stirred beside her, the lazy calm in his posture fading. He pushed himself up on one arm, his eyes suddenly sharp. “Can you describe this guy?” he asked, his tone careful.

Richard got up from where he sat and went to sit closer to Damon. They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless.

The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car. I unwrapped it like the hard-up eager naïve teenager I was. And it turned out to be a big fucking Monster that didn't just give me bad dreams but live fucking nightmares that still haunts me years after, wherever I go, reminding me that demons always come in the most appealing of packages. “If you gotta choose a name what will it be?” Killer asks, unaffected by the audience and my obvious inner battle I have going on inside me. My eyes snap off the older man walking closer to us and to Killer’s blue all-knowing gaze.