Scp Crooked Man Novels & Stories

As they got close to the man curled up on the ground, the one that Martin had previously pointed out as the drunk tramp, Cornelius narrowed his eyes, this person looked familiar… the face beneath the messy hair that was falling on to his face, looked like he had seen it somewhere. He didn’t have to think long as the man who was curled up with a drowsy look suddenly opened his eyes, even if they were for a second, no one in Cornelius group missed the sharp glint in his eyes. But this also triggered Cornelius’s memory, of where he had seen this man… this was the madman that asked him to go north, to the Bartel estate. Cornelius lifted his hands in a gesture as though he was dancing, but both B

I gulped as his voice frightened m Thereafter, a black van suddenly ission of some kind. The one on the right of me was dramatically shorter than his accomplices while the other guys were both tall, bulky, and rugged. The guy in the middle was the only one holding a gun, an ICS CXP MARS PDW9 to be exact, who looked slightly angelic with his quite long, midnight black hair and blue eye "What are you guys going to do to me?" slowly stepping backwards, I managed to as

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

I can see the young man's face; he is indeed in control of his actions, as his eyes and ears are already smoking with rage. If not for this circumstance, I would have laughed out loud. However, because Creed is making the young man's life more difficult, I can't help but silently chuckle as I grab his underwear. I hear a young man say to Creed, "I see that there's still something about you that I can't put my finger on, simply because we're human and you're not," but he sneers as he continues. Creed stiffens as the man with scars mentions this old man and says, "But look at you, you're the one in a cage here because you can't find Luna, and other than that, you can't escape that old man's le

He asked, and I scoffed. Why is he stalking you? I asked him instead and he grinned again. You know him don’t you. Well, bad enough I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him as I wanted, but all I can tell you is that the guy is in great need to find a certain document named “TYIH 64”, and he is willing to even kill to get it. Stay as far away as you can from that man, he is dangerous. I told him, and he nodded.

Denver became serious as he responded, "No and yes. We don't have anything on Charles and Andrew's location yet. But we managed to pin out a member of their gang. So we have a small lead, you can say." "You think we can get anything out of him?" "It's worth a shot." I nodded. "Where can we find him?" "Since their entire gang has gone undercover ever since Tansen and Brisa's murder, this guy named Turqo isn't seen as often. He can only be found at this bikers' meet every month." I arched an eyebrow in question. "Bikers' meet? What's that?" "It's kind of a monthly street bike race. People bet a lot of money on them. Turqo is one of the money dealers there, but he only meets with the winner and

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

Their way is pretty much safe that’s why they don’t worry walking. Annabelle noticed a group of men hanging out on the store they’re approaching. ‘I think they are drinking’ she had thought. She did not recognize those men, the only familiar one was Manong Ben who is the owner of that store. He noticed that there were five men and two of them stood out because of their body built and height. The one on a side-view had a pale skin. His biceps were revealing with his white sleeveless shirt and he had green walking shorts that was up to his knees. He chats joyfully with the group. The other man was wearing a grey shirt and khaki cargo shorts. It was also obvious that the guys is worked up. He h

“Here, here. Drink this to warm your tummy. It’s cold, yes indeed it’s cold.” The man looked at the cheap tea that the man brewed for him. It was obviously brought from a small market and was stored for many months as if it was scarce and just found its use today. He wasn’t sure about the taste but brought it to his mouth nonetheless. After the awful liquid entered his mouth, he calmly concluded that he will not drink a sip of it again. “How was it?” The old man eagerly asked, his yellowish teeth showing after smiling from ear to ear. “How was the taste?”