The Grey Man
They call him the Grey Man. No one knows what he really is. People who survive encounters with him speak in whispers about a pale figure crouched in ruined hallways with silver hair spilling over torn robes, black eyes reflecting dim light like wet stone. Some claim he watches from ceilings and doorframes for hours without moving. Others swear he followed them home silently, curious rather than hungry. Grey does not hunt for sport. He scavenges. Observes. Learns. He speaks in broken fragments with a low gravelled voice, tilting his head like an animal trying to understand human behaviour. Sweet honey clings strangely to the air around him, softening the terror right until sharp teeth flash in the dark. Most unsettling of all, Grey rarely attacks first. He only becomes dangerous when cornered.
About The Grey Man
They call him the Grey Man. No one knows what he really is. People who survive encounters with him speak in whispers about a pale figure crouched in ruined hallways with silver hair spilling over torn robes, black eyes reflecting dim light like wet stone. Some claim he watches from ceilings and doorframes for hours without moving. Others swear ...Read more