Novel & Cerita Dr Frank Rocky Horror Picture Show

Blood dripped from his mouth and he wiped it with the back of his palm. Dick laid on the ground, shaking like a wet kitty with his arms shielding his face. "Now, it's your turn." Dracula grinned maliciously with an appetite as large as a tank. He grabbed Dick by the collar and raised him up to the sky with a dark look. "Don't kill me, please." Dick whimpered, eyes screwed shut in fear. "I'll serve you, I'll do anything. Please, spare my life." "Really?" Dracula arched his brows and smirked, while Dick nodded rapidly with shaky lips.

And in mere seconds, Drakken's large frame pounced on him with a roaring rage. ...

answered June. "Okay, I'll follow. Anything for you," said Drake, waiting in line and smiling. They then queued and finally they got to the cashier counter. "What do you want to see?" asked Drake. "This is it," June pointed at one of the movie posters that caught her eye. The picture is dark with red writing like scribbles from flowing blood. “This is a horror movie!” cried Drake with a horrified face. "Don't tell me you're scared," June said. "I? Afraid? You are kidding! We bought the tickets!” cried Drake.

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

This wasn’t Frankie. Frankie bent down and picked up the air nailer. She examined the equipment with a curious fascination, then looked back at Troy. He held his hands up again, but this time Frankie tapped the trigger and a nail shot out, into Troy’s hand, nailing it to the wall behind him. Troy howled in pain, but was only met with another nail through the other hand. Pinned to the wall, Frankie’s smile grew. It stretched across her face, reminding Troy of every monster movie he’d obsessed over. Suddenly, horror movies were no longer his preferred genre.

On the screen, several of his company's executives exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Dexter's expression darkened. Those elderly men usually sat through meetings with blank, expressionless faces. Why did they seem so fascinated today? "Mr. Bamford, are you feeling unwell?" Rocky asked from the side. Dexter gave him a sideways glance. "What makes you think that?" Rocky pointed at his face cautiously. "I can see it from your face." Dexter froze upon hearing that. Rocky pulled out his phone and turned on the front camera to show him. Red spots dotted his entire cheek. It was quite an alarming sight.

he bellowed. Clutching my mother’s picture to my chest, I reluctantly left the room, shutting the door behind me as if that could lock away the horror. “Good evening, sir,” I greeted Mr. Drake, my voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Drake, a man in his forties, stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with a sickening hunger, and I immediately felt small under his gaze. He looked me over slowly, taking in every inch of me, and I fought the urge to shrink away.

Just then, as if silently answering all the questions whirling in her head, a noise came from the bathroom, causing Roxanne to squeak. She...she wasn't alone. Roxanne's mind flew back to all the horror movies she had watched, mainly the one that had scar her during her childhood- the Insidious movies Franchise. Thinking back to the notorious red faced demon caused a tremble in her body. Although she was now a ful grown woman, decades after watching the childhood running movie, she still feared the demon. However, this didn't stop her from cautiously approaching the door. Beefing up her courage, Roxanne approached the door, hand placed out to grab the handle when it suddenly turned and the do

" Y-You, stop laughing. Don't smile." Horace calmed down and stopped laughing. " You don't deserve to laugh. You should be scared. I am a scary man and I eat children like you for dinner." Drakoen was acting childsh and talking to Horace as if he could hear him. Horace smiled again. Drakoen was sure he couldn't understand since he smiled at his threat. He sighed and walked away, going back to his seat. Horace stared at him with cute beady eyes. Cute? Did he just think that Horace is cute? That wasn't right. He shook his head.