Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Siren Head

This time, the cheap lock gave way with a loud, cracking noise. The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Siron was half-bent over the sink, his hands seemingly stuck inside the mirror, the surface of which was now rippling like black water. His whole body was trembling violently, pulled by an invisible force from behind the glass. His face was corpse-pale, his mouth agape in a silent scream. On the mirror's surface, the blood symbol Siron had drawn glowed with a malevolent red light, and from within it, a pair of burning crimson eyes stared out in triumph.

A hairline fracture spiderwebbed across the glass of the desk, and the scent of wet earth and rot began to seep through the vents of the high-end filtration system. "He didn't follow the scent," Lucien whispered, his voice cold with a new kind of terror. "He followed the sync." Silas wasn't just coming for me. By tethering our souls together, I hadn't just given myself an anchor. I had given the Reaper a map.

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.

Crap, I was bleeding, my wrist was bleeding and it was hurting like hell. My head was throbbing bad as if someone was hitting me on my skull with a hammer ... I was still struggling to free myself from this bloody rope when I heard some footsteps coming closer and closer..... I gulped down the thick lump of saliva that was formed with fear , I flinched badly when those footsteps stopped near me and an evil , crazy laugh filled my surroundings..... it felt like a psychopath laughing at my mistable state.... "well well well, look who we have hear.... Marilyn Smith, you had made me wait for so long , finally I got you "

I lift his head and smash it back against the floor, once, twice, three times, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times until the back of his skull cracks open like an egg and grey matter mixes with the blood pooling beneath us. He’s still twitching, still trying to breathe, so I grab the knife from his thigh and carve a line across his chest, deep enough to see bone. Then another. And another. I carve her name into his skin, S-I-R-E-N over and over and over until the letters run together in rivers of red and his chest is nothing but meat. His breath is a wet rattle now, barely there, but I’m not done. I drag him up by the hair and slam him into the chair where his patchwork corpse-dol

Byron didn’t care about Kiran's movements, thinking the Buddha's head was now useless. As Kiran walked, his expression grew more serious, sensing an evil force emanating from the head. He quickened his pace, leaping towards the Buddha’s head. Heh heh heh! The face-down Buddha's head suddenly let out a sinister laugh. The chilling laugh added to the eerie atmosphere of the hall, making even Byron step back in shock. The head began to move on its own, flipping over with a loud snap. The eyes, which had made Kiran uncomfortable, blinked twice as if greeting him.

My eyes widen immediately. Now I get what she meant. From the entrance, there's a huge decor hanging from the ceiling, like a fake door pillar. Written on it like a crankily carved, eerie font is 'COME IN IF YOU DARE'. I swallow, looking at the design. The door shuts behind me. That makes me gasp. This isn't what I had in mind when I read Carol's invitation but this definitely passes the vibe check. I take a step forward and something lights up. My heart skips a beat as I stare at it. It looks like a real human's, bloody head, chopped off and hanging from the ceiling but I can tell it's a prop. I've never seen a dead human's head before, but one thing I know is it doesn't glow.

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

Lachlan POV “Where are they?” Killian growls in my head. He’s restless, fearful of what this siren man might be telling our mate. Fearful of what she may be telling him. He was fearful that the naked siren she was clinging to and crying on, as Cherum told us, might be able to accomplish in the single hour I gave them to get home what I may never accomplish in the next two years. Not with the rate we are going.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.