Garth Marenghi's Terrortome Novels & Stories

He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shrugging. “Did you two completely forget about the madman that kept Margo in his basement like Gary Heidnki? Or how about the fact that he might as well be a modern Ed Gein because you know he actually flayed off her skin?!” Dex yelled. “What the hell were you two thinking when you did the horizontal tango?” “Honestly? Do you really want the answer to that question?” Kane asked, raising a brow knowing well his relationship with Margo. “Nope. Never mind! Forget I asked.” Dex said, screwing up his face.

Emmett laughed, the sound so deep and velvety it made my skin pebble. "We're monsters, Hellcat. We eat the innocent for breakfast while plotting to end the existence of humanity. There is no right or wrong in hell, just blood, and power. So save your innocent act for someone who gives a shit." Emmett's hand wrapped around my neck, his grip firm as he slowly tightened his fingers around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

His bloodshot eyes snapped to the different weapons placed on the table there. A very evil and dangerous smirk etched upon his lips making the men tied in front of his shudder in fear. Oh how much fool they are, he didn't even start and they are scared to their bones. Until he will be done with them they will not be able to count how many punches he had delivered to them. ⚠️TW: Violence, Gore⚠️

Tom yelled at him, gradually losing control of himself. As Tom’s transformation continued, he let out a long, mournful howl that echoed through the room. The sound was raw and primal, filled with pain and rage. Terry and the others who were with them were terrified, scrambling to get away from the creature that Tom was becoming. They could hear the sound of his bones snapping and reforming, the wet tearing of flesh and fur as he grew larger and more powerful.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

“Did you just come from the nut house?” Brett had jeered and he was gearing up and was just about to continue on with a barrage of obscene insults aimed at Willy. But right at that moment Terence suddenly turned: And, Brett let out a shrill terrified scream. It was just an octave lower than a woman’s scream. It was no longer Terence: It had only one large eye in the middle of its head and it also had a pair of pointy ears! It continued to morph right in front of Willy Goodwill, as it advanced towards Willy.

Now that he suddenly smelled the fragrance of Mango, he actually felt butterflies in his stomach. When he was aware of what he was thinking, Terrance quickly stopped his thoughts and pinched the?philtrum?on Mango's face. The intense pain made Mango scream, and her immediately came to instantly. Because of?Terrance's?angle, he was facing right at Mango. As soon as Mango opened her eyes, she saw?Terrance's magnified face so close to her. She subconsciously raised her arm. "Bang!" With a crisp sound, Terrance's face was hit hard again by Mango.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

The tentacles struck the ground, then dug into it, burrowing through the ground and bursting out from wherever Derren ran. Derren moved rapidly, dodging the tentacle spikes as they came at him. He leaped from the ground and quickly shifted into his wolf, then launched at Greta. He roared loudly, revealing his long, sharp fangs, and his eyes glowed bright red. As he was about to bite off Greta's head, another large tentacle burst out of the ground and struck his torso, throwing him back toward the direction he came from. He crashed to the ground and shifted back into his human form.

He even ignored some of the neighbors who tried to say hello. His mind was very confused. Trying to calm down while lying down on the bed. He took the phone from his pocket and opened it. A new e-mail arrives. It was from the person who ordered it. Domain address unknown. [Is the task done?] Signs of deep thought, Marco immediately sent photo evidence of the child's corpse to the e-mail. [Good. Go to Loswood Cemetery. Take your money in the trash can under the tree tonight. If you're late and your money's gone, it's none of my business.]