The Licked Hand Scary Story 소설 & 이야기

This lady is weird. She came close to my neck and inhaled my scent, closing her eyes "just as I imagined" and licked my ear. What is it with people licking my ear as if it was a lollipop? Her voice sounds familiar, very familiar but I can't remember where I heard it. She held my mouth and kissed me on the lips followed by licking my face. Gush this is so weird, this lady is sick. She giggled "I can hear your thoughts you know." I was shaking uncontrollably with fear"why are you doing this? "

A boy calls from the living room. I grab his outstretched hand. Then there is a sound like branches Being crushed and the hand goes limp. When I pull at it, something warm and sticky sprays on my arm. I scream and throw the torn off arm away. Something grabs my legs, flipping me on my back. The hamram face is hovering over me. Those green eyes burning into my soul wrapping around my inside. I know those eyes, I know the shaggy brown fur. “Luca ? No ! Luca, it’s me ! NO !” I scream.

So he brushed off the ghostly sensation of whispering in his ears, turned to close the tailgate . When a cold, slimy hand reached around from behind, clamped onto his throat and squeezed. Jagged fingernails dug into his skin as the hand lifted him into the air effortlessly. His stomach lurched as a rancid smell filled his nostrils: rank, oily, the odor of long dead things rotting in stagnant water. The hand squeezed tighter and shook him. He dropped the toolbox and grasped at the thing’s hands, realizing in horror that though his fingers dug deep grooves into the skin, no blood flowed.

I responded in between breaths, I felt his hand slowly crawl up to my waist and then his body on my back side as he came closer. And then, a shrieking sound came through and the hand with the warmth his touch brought disappeared in an instant, that was when i noticed the shrieking sound was from him. I instantly whirled behind and my eyes widened when the i saw him. My entire body went to a halt, a state of shock, Louis in all his glory, his tall height and broad shoulders over his round neck polo that enveloped almost everyone at the club, his hands folded into fists on either side of him, his angry… no, furious gaze on me, his once sky blue eyes were now pure black, screaming bloody murder

While he moaned I could hear footsteps approaching from the rear of passage leading to his chambers, I tried removing my hands but he held me back firmly. “I want to cum on your hands ,” holding my hands firmly as he dropped a whitish but milky substance on my palm, I felt disgusted and irritated but I enjoyed it , took my hands up and he forced my hands into my mouth.. “Lick it, it's a blessing from your master,”he jested Samantha walks in and meets us in a weird pose, She overheard his command to lick my palms, she looked at me with disdain and disgust..

Glass scatters everywhere, and I scream as a hand reaches inside, grabbing at me. “Lizzy!”

Staring up at me in silent accusation. My stomach lurches. These bodies aren't stranger. They are lycans. My people. The lycan purge! My legs tremble as I struggle to move, to find an empty land. A scream rise in my throat but will not leave. A hand shoots up and grabs my ankle. I scream and stumble back, but the hand holds tight, cold fingers digging into my skin with desperation. The corpse’s eyes roll towards me, pupils blown wide with terror. “Why didn't you save us?”

My nails elongated, and while I tried to push away, I mistakenly scratched her. She cried out, and I used all my strength to push my Lycan back, and then I rushed to her. She showed me her hand; there were three nail scratches on her hand. "Baby, I am so sorry," I said. Then I wanted to lick the blood, but I remembered that her blood could kill an immortal. So I decided to wipe it out until I read more about her, but when I looked up, She had no wound on her hand anymore. "What happened? Did my wound just..."

Her eyes went wide. Her fingers dug into my shirt. “Ethan…” I lowered myself slowly. And from beneath the bed, I saw it. A hand—burnt, fingers blackened and blistered—creeping out like a spider. Crawling toward us. I yanked Alika behind me. And then, something grabbed my ankle. Cold. Slimy. Like rotten flesh. I screamed, grabbing the wrist, but there was no body. Just the hand—strong as a beast—trying to drag me under.

Grants hand is in hers, and there is blood on his hand. “Oh! God sorry” she says wiping the blood away and then blinking down at his unblemished hand. She licks her lips again and tastes more blood. “Did I bite my mouth?” she wonders licking the blood from her lips and swallowing. McKenzie smiles “maybe you did. Do you want to stop?” he asks River looks at his hand again and turns their hands over. She sees no bite mark on either of their hands “well this day is just getting odder” she mutters before lifting her father’s phone again and pressing play.