Dr Frank Furter Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

“Opinions?” Our hesitation seemed to provoke Dr. Schnell. “Der ist no time for an American-shtyle football huddle! They will be comink! They vill not shtop!” “Who won’t stop, Dr. Schnell?” Mont called out. “The Zombies! Now get in here und ve can all help each other survive, or I vill leaf you all out there to die. Your choice.” “He may be an evil son of a bitch, but I think he’s being for real right now,” Rachelle said. “I’ve never seen him so freaked out.”

I grab a shirt as I run out of my bedroom and down the stairs. “Fuck me, where did that thing come from?” Killian asked. Ty is standing on the counter screaming bloody murder as a rat the size of a fucking bobcat sits in the middle of the floor. I watch as Drake walks up to Ty on the opposite side of the counter and grabs her around the waist. The screaming gets louder until Dray places a hand over her mouth. None of us wants to go near the mutant rat. I see Quade getting ready to hit it with something.

Grayson was the first one to throw the question. I climbed down the ladder first, and everything that I saw would probably give a nightmare for few nights. It's like we walked into a horror movie with medieval torture device we saw on the underground room. They all looked like the ones used on those old asylums torturing their patients for kicks. "Dr. Freddy Martin, you're one hell of a sick son of a b*tch." I exclaimed, and I truly felt like ants crawling in my skin. You really can't judge a book by it's cover. Burton Grove is not as peaceful and everyone thought would be.

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

said Cassidy. 10hrs 30mins 6hrs 30mins have passed and I was repairing Quacker the Pirate Duck. Fritz woke up to see me busy on my first ever animatronic. I looked at Fritz “did you and your friends have a nap?” I asked “yes Arnold, we were tired” Fritz looks at my animatronic “what animatronic are you making?” Fritz I looked at it “you mean my animatronic this is Quacker, the Pirate Duck. I made her because I thought you are lonely animatronic wise” I said “you do have a point matey besides I’m the only pirate animatronic around honestly” Fritz admitted. I turned around to see a spirit waiting patiently “Arnold am I ready?” the spirit asked “you are ready Scarlet” I said then Scarlet floate

His tears seemed forced, and a diabolical grimace crawled up, taking possession of his face. " An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood," he said and then chuckled lightly, like a child without no worries. Annabelle could see how elevated his chin were, his eyes narrowed down to her face. His breathing was noisy and his face red. " I see you hate little creatures," Frenger said. He gave Annabelle a devilish glare, one which made her lips tighten. " Bring in her play mate," he said. And then two men brought a giant metallic box, each producing a heavy thud as they were slammed on the floor. In it resonated the squeaks of mice.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.

The lock rips from the frame with a screech of tearing metal. Mick stumbles back, distracted. The door flies open, crashing against the wall. A shadow fills the frame. Massive. Terrifying. Drakon. He doesn't look like a man. He looks like a natural disaster wrapped in black leather. He doesn't speak. He doesn't pause to assess. He crosses the room in two strides, a blur of violence. Mick barely has time to raise his hands. Drakon’s fist connects with Mick’s jaw. The sound is wet and heavy—meat hitting meat. Blood sprays across my cheap wallpaper.