Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Siren Head

I signaled for Rex to continue clearing out the remaining zombies in the hallway while I gripped the Triangular Spikes in both my hands and slowly stepped forward to investigate. The moment I pushed the door open, everyone gasped in horror. A thick Mutated Creeper was wrapped around a human-shaped pupa of leaves. Dark red blood dripped from the foliage, thick and foul-smelling. Only a dark red head was left exposed, its skin and flesh completely corroded away. It was a scalp-tingling sight. Seeing me walking forward alone, Barry temporarily forgot his fear. He immediately shamelessly followed me, hoping to use the opportunity to win my favor. He chattered endlessly, "Miss Quinn, be careful.

The tape peels back with a sharp rip, and I lift the flaps to find black tissue paper cradling something long, and thick. My fingers brush against silicone and it’s warm from the sun, already slick with the faintest sheen of lube. I pull it out, and holy shit. This thing is monstrous. Veiny, heavy, the head flared just enough to make my throat clench in anticipation. A Post-it note flutters to the floor: “The dildo looks exactly like my cock, Sadie. I want to watch you choke on it.”

This way I could send a slap to Nuel and Cicada for pulling such a stupid stunt. What a brilliant idea! “What about a centuries-old werewolf who was brought back to life by a Lazarus pit, and returned as a siren?” I asked, waiting for the usual excitement that would light up her face. Her eyes lit up, lips curving into a smirk. “That… is perfect!” She chuckled. “Well, there's no time like the present, let's get to work.”

No one could stop me. “P-please…” Halvar wheezed, a pathetic, choked sound. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swimming with tears, his tongue protruding slightly from his purpling lips. I looked at him, and I didn't see a lord. I saw prey. My vision bled into pitch black, the sclera of my eyes completely overtaken by Siren’s dark gaze. A terrifying, feral smile stretched across my face. I extended my claws, letting the elongated, razor-sharp bones dig deep into the sides of Halvar’s neck.

Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams. A loud and dangerous sound left out of vampire. "Not so easy baby..." A teasing smirk went out of him. He hovered over her, his face just inches away from hers making Amara almost die in fear. He smelt her head to toe and a vicious laughter left him. "You carry the same beautiful fragrance. I waited for you decades together and now I am going to enjoy every ounce of your enticing body."

Mira panted as she pointed at an almost frozen Siren. Clove turned around and faced her, "I will make this fast, but mark my words, in your next life, I will find you and make you suffer greatly," She said in a promising tone that left no room for hesitation. As she crossed her arms above her head and dropped them, Sirens' head exploded. Blood, brains and her skull spewed across the meadow, infecting it with her dire scent. "That was quite satisfying," Clove said after she exhaled deeply.

"When I found it, it was still alive, but barely. Someone or something had ripped its throat out and left it for dead. I discovered 'her' lying along the river. Silverish gray fur, and bipedal with dark red eyes. Instead of taking the risk of her healing, I ripped her head off." Susi strolled over to a chest I missed when I walked in. She popped the locks and the stink of death and rot slapped me. Ethan gagged and spiraled to face the wall as she carried the head of an old woman over to me, plopping it onto my desk. I mouthed a sarcastic "thanks" as clotted blood trickled onto my cherry oak workspace. She snickered, plopped her behind back into her seat.

Damon starts coming round and laughs “Oh Sophia, the vermin she chose, the parasite she became” Calling my mother a parasite tipped me over the edge and I drop the red mist pinning him. He falls to the floor and I don’t even hesitate on jumping on him. As I sit holding his head, I let the red mist descend around his neck and start to pull. Damon scrambled at the red mist but like before his fingers couldn’t grab it as it continues to tighten, I pull and with one last gut wrenching pull, I sever his head from his spine and hear a gasp from the doorway.

they could see her ferocious eyes and they had fear deep in their hearts but for the life of God, they could not stop themselves from moving forward. Getting closer and closer to the tank. Kendra watched as the humans were hypnotised by the queen’s siren. She did not know that the queen could do that, the only siren she knew was the cry for war. That was the only she needed to know as a warrior, she did not care to know the rest and was now amazed to see what the queen could do. The head researcher who was first in the room when they heard her cry was also the first to reach the tank.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!