Dread Heads Novels & Stories

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

By the time my eyes open, I'm almost laughing. I had the scariest dream ever. I dreamt my mother killed herself. It was very graphic and I curse my imagination. I get up from the floor — not even questioning why I was there in the first place — and the stench of blood hits me.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

I groaned while resting my head on the way to the passage to the living room. As I contemplated on my life, a part of me felt Mr. DickieHead is not as cruel as Alpha Hayes and some of his council members. Yeah! You heard me right his name is Dickiehead, I wonder who will give his child such a terrible name no surprise he still peeps on his pant at an old age.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

What is the meaning of the existence of this 'hell' section? Ding Hao stepped on the blood and walked on the ground. Along the way, there were all kinds of horrible scenes. There were headless corpses piled up into mountains. It was full of the odor of putrefaction. The cut around the neck was bleeding blood like a fountain... There were also mountains that consisted of heads. All of them looked bitter, some of them had wide-open eyes, some looked fierce, some pleaded bitterly, and some gnashed their teeth... The expressions of these heads were different, but all of them made people shudder. There was a kind of eeriness that had been lasting for thousands of years, as if they would jump up a

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

He tilted his head like I’d just spoken a foreign language. “Because it’s mine, and you have your own room!” He sighed, reluctant. “Fine. But only because you asked.” When he finally left, silence filled the room again. I stared at the ceiling, heart racing, eyes darting at every shadow. Every creak made my stomach twist. “Darius!” I screamed, bolting upright as I swore I saw movement. He burst in, faster than thought, pulling me onto his lap. “What is it?” “I saw someone—something—moving,” I whispered, panicked. “It had five heads… multiple hands. I swear it wasn’t human.”

She said while rolling her eyes at me but before I could even react or say something to defend myself and as an extension Jace from her snarky advice and remark the girl overtook me and bounced up the stairs going all the way to my room, "Sigh... This girl" Feeling dejected I dropped my head before shortly after I followed behind with hands stuffed inside the pocket of my PJ's while taking each step up the staircase but in the process I flailed my arms at the elbow with each step which gave the impression of an exasperated bird except mine was done out of fatigue "Kleo Alexis Dawson, what the fuck!!" I had barely made it up the stairs but this was the greeting I got from Dawn and did i forge