Novel & Cerita The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

"James." "Mister Dankworth." He gave a curt nod back at him. Before he could speak further, there was a movement from the corridor that drew everyone's attention. Two security men escorted a restrained figure forward, a man, soaked, bloodied, eyes burning with defiance. The one who had threatened me, the reason we'd gone into that storm in the first place. He didn't look so dangerous now apprehended by my grandpa's security. "We got him just before dawn," one of the guards reported. "Tried to flee toward the western cliffs."

Everyone prepared themselves and pin the last part of their chains to the wrought. “Convel, I want you to grab our prisoner.” My eyes never blinked this fast before. “Why?” “I want her to see us, to see what we believe in, and to see how we make sure everyone is safe.” I nodded as a response to what he said. He is determined to let humans, especially hunters, understand us. Minutes after leaving Alarick and my beer, I finally arrived at the dungeon with no guards around because of the blood moon. I slowly entered the dungeon. It was dark, but our eyes could see everything, no matter how dim the surroundings were.

I stumble my way back onto the dance floor where I left Audrey, Dan, and Mark to get a drink and cool off. I can't wrap my mind around what just happened. Who was that man? He looked like he was chiseled out of marble! Like a goddamn statue!

When he was done he pulled on a pair running pants and a black hoody, like he had done every other day when he woke up to thoughts of Maya. Today he knew he would see her again and definitely get her name. He ran down the road, along the beach. The salty chilly breeze bit at his cheeks as he continued to push on. Mr. Dawson went from a light jog into a frustrated sprint but stopped shortly when he saw chocolate curls and caramel skin. His body knew who it was before his brain could register it and instantly his hard on from before had returned. He watched as she came to a slow walk, clearly oblivious to the man with a bulge in his pants, staring from across the street like a creep. When she

Oliver asks, seemingly perplexed, and caught off guard. We both peered at the pale worm-like creature that lay on the ground dead. No eyes, a round mouth with three rows of jagged little teeth is what we found when inspecting it. The body, which looked fleshy almost akin to crawlers, was about two feet in length, and the circumference of its head was probably 6 inches or so, tapering down to a skinny tail. “That thing is the creepiest mother fucking shit I have ever seen. I don’t like this, Hunter.” Oliver shakes his head while still inspecting the creature and proceeds to kick it with his boot.

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

“Until I saw what it cost.” Daniel stepped closer, voice hard. “And what was that?” “People,” Rhett said quietly. “Entire teams, volunteers, prisoners, anyone they could vanish without question. Kael believed pain was the key to progress.” Before anyone could respond, the wall behind them groaned. A section buckled outward, metal tearing like paper. Daniel raised his weapon, but what stepped through wasn’t the creature. It was a man tall, wearing a torn black coat, blood smeared down his arm. His eyes glowed faint blue, the same as the cables lining the walls.

' With a massive smash the huge creeper descended hard to the ground making the weapons on it’s back shattering firstly as it flattened. Dryad appeared on the ground just as he bent his ankle mistakenly standing upon a rock, he grunted looked at the huge absolutely dead creeper splattered on the ground before him. His freckled face and his wet white hair were covered with the blood of the huge creeper veiling his own blood. Underneath those blood of his was the eyes of a glowing fire. The weapons on each hand were dripping onto the ground. Revealing the fogs and trees that surrounds the two figure near the mountain under the starless sky.

Shit, shower after then. I got changed into the jeans and a loose bright blue top, they were a little big on my small gaunt frame, but I appreciated the gesture. After slipping on the sandals, I walked quickly out the door and down the stairs. Waiting in the foyer near the door, was a short older man with a grey beard and long thick hair with streaks of dark brown and grey. He was wearing a big, long brown coat that hung past his knees. Weird, seeing as it isn’t even a cold day. As I got closer to him, I could make out his features more, he was very exotic looking with tanned skin and dark eyes with wrinkles on the corners. I got to the bottom of the stairs and he nodded at me then walked to