Horror Pinhead Novels & Stories

I went inside the basement with a torchlight, it was quite like he was not there but i knew he was watching me. "Hello bro" he yelled, though it was my voice but it made me scared. "Long time no seen" he continued but i was not yet seeing him. "Show yourself punk" i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way .

Heart and liver exposed, partially devoured, it was a nauseating sight that twisted my stomach in knots, making me want to retch. Suddenly, I felt something cold slowly dropping on my head— A cold liquid began trickling over my head, drop by chilling drop. I shuddered as the frigid trail snaked down my forehead. With trembling hands, I reached up, my fingertips encountering the sticky, metallic substance. It was red, unmistakably.... blood. My eyes looked upside, and horror-struck my very soul as I took in the sight of the severed head of a man hung grotesquely from a hook, taking the place of a torch.

My fingers slipped behind my dress, finding the sharp, thin hairpin tucked at the nape of my neck. I moved fast. Before he could react, before he even knew what was happening— I drove the pin into his throat. A wet, gurgling sound escaped him as his body jerked violently. His eyes widened, pure shock flashing across his face. Blood gushed. He stumbled back, his hands flying to his neck, fingers grasping at the wound. His mouth opened, but no words come out. Only choked, strangled noises. I watched. He tried to step forward, but his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. Blood pooled around him, dark and thick, staining the floorboards.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

When they realized, they spread and chased the ghoul. Blue was wiggling, punching the big hands of the ghoul, grunting and trying her best to get out of its tight hold. It was hurting her, and it felt like riding an octopus ride, getting thrown in the air and down, her hair pins fell while the ghoul crushes it with its heavy foot. “No!” She shouts but the ghoul didn’t mind her. Those pins she believed were from her parents and now she’s lost them. In a darker part of Pinress, the ghoul tossed Blue, making her roll on the ground. She has not an energy left from all the dizzy running and losing her bow when she was grabbed by the ghoul. Losing her hair pins had made her lose all hope.

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?”

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

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.

“You don't have to be scared of me!” One of the parents snarled. “Pah! We were never scared of you in the first place. We—” “Of course, the dead wouldn't be scared of me!” “What did you say?” The clamoring parent thought he had heard wrong. Kiran’s gaze grew razor-sharp. “Why would you be scared of anything when you’re dead?” Whoosh! The next instant, a silver needle shot out from his hand, penetrating the parent’s head and sending blood gushing out from between his eyebrows.

I recline on his hammock as he gets to work on the back of my neck. He grabs the helmet with a very bright light and what looks like a large drilling gun, after cutting a small patch of my hair, he change out the mouth piece to a very tiny one. My mouth is taped shut, but I let out a muffled scream as the needle pierce through my skin, my life flashing before my eyes. The next thing I feel is light sting, then my eyes widen almost popping out of its socket, several images flashing within them like I am sitting too extremely close to a projector. In a second the images stop and I see the tent roof again.