Novel & Cerita Scary Eye

But the man didn't budge, he only kept coming forward, his expression unyielding. Finally up close, Kimberly observed the man's tall height and grisly face as he stood in front of her. She widened her eyes in both shock and intrigue as her gaze traced the scar that ran across the man's left eye down to his cheek bone. The eye that had this scar was foggy and grey unlike the right eye which was the normal white and black. The man's eerie features and stance made Kimberly even more unsettled. She instinctively readied her mind for a fight or flight response.

The man's scarred face loomed ominously in the darkness, his features twisted into a mask of malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. I studied him with wide, terror-filled eyes, taking in every detail of his menacing visage. His scar, jagged and cruel, cut across his cheek like a grotesque gash, a stark reminder of the violence and brutality that lurked within him. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into mine with a chilling intensity that made my blood run cold. There was a darkness in them, a deep-seated malevolence that sent a shiver down my spine. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape from this terrifying presence that loomed over me like a harbinger of doom. Bu

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

my eyes widened when I lifted my head to an unfamiliar face. "Looks like you're a tough nut to crack. You're harder to kill than I thought," he said in a gruff voice. A menacing smile played at the corners of his lips, and fear twisted in my gut. He raised his head, giving me a better glimpse of his face. The first thing I noticed was the scar around his right eye. I jerked out of his arms, and a lump grew in my throat. I swallowed, trying to push it down, but my saliva scorched the walls of my throat like a scalding cup of coffee.

So scary. His eyes were red but this time they were sparkly like they were on fire, his pupils expanded almost covering the white area of his eyes. He looked possessed and completely out of control. She flinched once again when he palmed her cheek and leaned forward. "Don't fight it, It will only hurt you." And this time the past trauma and the scary look of his eyes froze her. She went cold numb stilling on the spot as the man leaned down.

Danial’s eyes widened. Zyler’s face was like something out of a nightmare. A deep, jagged scar ran from his left temple across his forehead to the right. His skin was pale, almost sickly, but it only highlighted his glowing crimson pupils, which pulsed with eerie energy. His sclera remained white, only making the red pupils more unnerving.

She screeched. I rip my eyes away from her and closed the faucet. "I hate when she looks at me with that freakish eyes of hers. They give me the chills." She murmurs to her friends. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I wiped my hand on a kitchen towel. Most of the wolves in the pack could never look at me directly in the eye. They said the color of my eyes was creepy and they'd never seen anything like it before. Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long.

I so badly wanted to play dice with his eyes then and there but I knew better to control myself before I regret something. ------------------------------------ Neet I didn't like it a little bit..say should I punish u for it. ------------------------------------ When I looked up I saw fear in his👀 eyes..yes that's the thing I want him to feel, fear and helplessness. Without waiting for him to speak I jabbed the fork hard in his👁️eye making the blood splatter all over my face. His screams were the only thing that could be heard now... I relaxed in my seat watching him struggle in his seat...screaming cursing cause of the pain he was feeling...

These questions linger in my mind. Lucien's eyes lock onto mine, and a cold smile plays upon his lips. It's a smile that holds secrets and darkness, a smile that sends a wave of fear rippling through my entire being. I can't help but tremble, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the knowledge that he is drenched in blood from a source unknown to me. His eyes looks more icy than usual and it gave off a very powerful energy, he looked scary and hot at the same time I almost bit myself in the tongue to still think this monster before me is hot despite being blood drenched.

A cold, fetid air oozed out, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something far more sinister – decay. I froze, a scream trapped in my throat.A single, disembodied eye, glowing an unnatural green, peered out from the blackness. The stench intensified, making me gag. Panic surged through me, finally forcing the scream out. It echoed like a death knell in the packed hallway. The eye blinked, and then, with a sickening squelch, something long and sinuous slithered out of the locker's dark maw. Unable to tear my terrified gaze away, I knew my life would never be the same.