The Licked Hand Scary Story Novels & Stories

Anna The stench of sweat, paint, and alcohol drowned me, making me forget that I was breathing. It was at the point of choking that I realized that Christopher was squeezing the air out of my lungs. I coughed and tapped his back as lightly as I could. “Christopher, you’re hurting me!”

The first beautiful cock if you count out the creepy old man wanking at little girls before he was caught and killed. Out of curiosity, I wrapped my second hand around the base, eyes widening in surprise at the little but powerful jerk. How could something be so strong yet so pliable at the same time? “Lykaki.” His voice was strained with effort, face pinched tight. “The more you hold on to it, the less likely I am to hold on to my—” Any further warning was lost the moment I slipped off the bed and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth.

I whisper wiping the blood dripping into my eyes painting my sclera. She raises the bat to hit and I quickly grab it holding it tightly and I twist it backwards dislocating the hand that holds the bat. She screams in agony, her hand hanging like a loose cloth of which she has no control. She looks at me and finally, I see a hint of fear. Good, I live off it.

Lily’s voice was low and danger lurking around her tone. “Touch her, and I’ll make you regret it. You’ll wish humiliation was the worst of it.” Sid's eyes widened in terror as she shook her head rapidly, refusing my aim to help her. "You know what?" Lily spoke, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she grabbed the hot sauce container, dumping its contents onto the floor. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees and lick up every last drop of that hot sauce - and the juice that's spilled all over the floor.”

The man's palm fiercely grabbed her hand. "Ow," Lily shrieked, wincing at the sudden pain from the fierce grab. "No, I'll go to him myself―" she started but couldn't complete her words as the man behind her closed his palm over her mouth. Using his other hand to push out of the men's room

“Hey.” Lloyd's face turns, agonizingly slow. As his eyes glint in the dark room, my breath hitches, a sob clawing its way up my throat. He blinks, once, his head tilting in a mixture of open curiosity and chilling unfamiliarity.It can't be. My hand shoots out, seeking his, only to be met with a flinch and a flash of sharp canines, a fierce warning. Yet, I ignore it, gently grasping his wrist. Scars mar both, all of which suggest he was chained too tightly and he tried too many times to slit his wrists.

I whispered the word so lightly it barely came out. I need to get a hold of myself otherwise it can get messed up! “I hate liars.” He reached his hand out and my gaze immediately went there. His hand’s fingers were all bloodied equally as if he had them inside a person for long enough that they got dyed prettily. As the thought crossed my mind, so did a terrifying image. My eyes went wide as I thought about it but didn’t move. I gulped once again as he reached for my cheek. His eyes were devoid of emotion, just like his face. His blood soaked hand touched my left cheek and even though the blood he had spilled was warm like any other, his hand was ice cold.

“You can’t leave until we know you won’t hurt anyone.” “I’m not going to hurt anyone! Let me go!” As she struggled to escape Laura’s hold, her protests died in her throat as she looked down at her hands. No, not hands, but claws. Long, curved, gleaming in the dim light, were carved into Laura’s arms. Horror slammed into Jackie, and she recoiled. “No, no, no, I, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean–”

Lily's hand slipped from Dominic's grasp, and she let out a terrified scream. Dominic tried to find her, his hands outstretched in front of him as he stumbled through the darkness. He followed the sound of her screams, but they seemed to be getting farther and farther away. He cursed under his breath, his heart racing with worry. The Haunted House was a maze, and in the darkness, it was impossible to navigate. Lily, meanwhile, was running blindly through the darkness, her screams echoing off the walls. She had been having fun with Dominic, but now she was alone and scared. She stumbled and fell, skinning her knee on the hard floor. She scrambled to her feet, still screaming for Dominic.

I went in and looked for anyone who might want to talk to me. The store was really small and no one was there... just a creepy-looking dude with a big scar on his face. He is giving me chills... I turned around but then he grabbed my hand and I was alarmed... I quickly tried to free myself but he put a hand on my mouth forcefully.