Mr Creepy Man

By B.R. Black

What do you do when the stuff of nightmares begins to tantalise rather than torture?
When the monster becomes real and you no longer wish to run from, but towards him...
Find out in this Torrid Nightmare.
Come and meet Mr Creepy Man, I dare you...
Indulge in a tale filled with darkly delicious erotica that will seduce your mind and leave you wanting more!
So, what are you waiting for?

CAUTION: There is violently bloody scenes, clown phobia, gore and sexual content contained within this twisted story. This taboo erotica tale contains themes that may be deemed by some to be offensive, indecent, or downright creepy, so please read at your own discretion. Consider yourself warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LMauthor
• Release date: Dec 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463302583

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

PLEASE NOTE

This story depicts explicit sexual relationships and intense horror. This story is not suitable for those under the age of 18 or those with a phobia of clowns.

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One

It started as a nightmare. A recurring dream that would haunt me as a child. Sometimes he appeared as a monster made of black mist, with glowing red eyes and razor sharp claws, waiting to grab at my flesh. Other times, he was a white-faced clown with smeared red lips and blood dripping down from his painted eyes to his chin. He never spoke back then, and he didn’t reveal what he wanted. All he ever did was chase me. The creature would lure me down dark alleyways or into black forests, and every time he would catch me I instinctively knew I was done for. Every night I would wake up screaming in terror as he reached my side and then pounced, going straight for the kill.

In all honesty, I never knew what he did when he caught me. When I was small it seemed obvious that he brought with him my untimely death but, as I grew older, the visions began to change. He started to smile more, like he was enjoying the hunt, and before long he stopped pouncing right away. He would draw it out and simply watch me. He still liked to chase, but throughout my teens the dreams began to end with the dawn and not with my demise. And every now and then, I would wake at the raspy sound of him hissing my name mere inches from my ear.

Eeeeeeevieeeeeee…

Once I was grown up, I realised my parents had gladly forgotten all about the creature that’d tormented me as a child, and I refused to speak of him. Mostly because, when I did, they gave me that look. Like most parents, they had put my night terrors down to an overactive imagination, and I knew they’d been glad when I’d stopped the screaming, thinking it was over. But it had never stopped.

He had never stopped. The monster who had no name, but who I had always referred to as Mr Creepy Man.

I still ran away on