Horror Pinhead Novels & Stories

“What on earth is going on? What happened?” Grimm and the others jumped in shock. They were so scared that their faces turned pale. They quickly crawled away and retreated a few meters. At this time, Sven turned around and saw his face. The other three were so scared that they almost fell down. It was a face that was even scarier than a ghost. Sven’s face was already incomplete and bloody. Pieces of flesh rolled in the blood. More than a dozen triangular nails pierced deeply into the flesh. Two of his eyeballs were also shot out, a gel mixed with blood flowed out of his eye sockets, and another triangular nail pierced through his throat. The blood was like a reservoir that had been opened, a

Good. The first looming figure came in sight with a sinister smile on his lips. “Look who it is,” he purred as he came into the light and I noted the four men behind him. Where were the other two? Without responding to him or waiting another second, I lifted my arm and let the hair pin go flying. He had only one second to blink in shock as my hair pin buried itself in his throat. Straight and fast like a bullet. “Hey!” One of the men by his side screamed in shock as my target clutched at his throat with wide eyes, made gurgling sounds as his own blood choked him, and then fell to the ground.

I forced my arms to move, seeking relief from the discomfort, but was met with resistance and the faint sound of metal rattling. Panic gripped my heart, squeezing it tightly as I slowly peeled my eyes open, raking in the horror before me. A large mirror was placed in front of me. I looked at my reflection; my arms were chained above my head, and my legs were connected to chains secured to the concrete floor. The smell of bleach and soil burned by noise forced me to breathe through my mouth. I turned my head to the side, ignoring how my muscle pinched with the movement, spotting a large table lined with all sorts of tools, from knives to wire cutters and torches.

Anderson voiced out her fears. "I think we've been lured out",he whispered fearfully. The next thing he felt was a heavy blow to his head. He fell to the ground, holding his bleeding head. He could hear Tabitha screaming and he saw a hooded figure raise a metal object and hit her hard on the side of her face. Blood sprayed out as Tabitha fell unconscious. Her body hit the ground heavily. He tried to get to her but he couldn't move. His vision blurred and he fell unconscious.

From his phone, we found he had bipolar disorder and had been taking those meds. Hank felt a splitting headache. "Remind me, which unit does Dwayne live in again?" "401."

From my place here on the roof, I can see the chipped black nail polish on his fingers, the black eyeliner that adorns his eyes, and the silver piercing in his eyebrow. His dark brown eyes meet mine briefly, before he turns away and fires at another zombie. Congealed blood splatters his Aerosmith concert t-shirt, and he wipes it away with a disgusted frown. Before I can shout a warning, another zombie creeps up behind him. He turns just as the zombie lunges, and it drags him down to the ground. While he struggles with his enemy, I get down on one knee, and take aim at the creature's head.

Off in the distance, a plank crashed to the ground. Footsteps followed—fast, frantic, and heavy with terror. Hound’s hand slipped into his pant’s pocket, pulling out a metallic syringe. Inside, a bright purple fluid fizzled violently, light dancing through the glass. Without hesitation, he jammed the needle into his forearm. The reaction was immediate. Black veins crawled across his skin, spreading like ink in water. Every hair on his body stood on end. His pupils turned silver, glowing against the darkness. He tilted his head, staring through the shadows. The world shifted under his gaze—what others saw as blackness revealed its truth to him.

When Ghostface saw what was happening, he fell deeper into madness as he continued his chanting, as if wanting to use his words to kill Harvey immediately. Harvey frowned deeply because he started to notice that his arms and legs seemed to be bound by something invisible. At this moment, Ghostface opened his eyes wide as a long needle appeared in his right hand, and he pinned it into the doll's left arm. Thud!

But something about his tone sent a chill crawling up my spine. I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did. I lifted the lid and everything inside me shattered. Three heads. Three decapitated, disfigured male heads, nestled in silk like they were twisted trophies. Each one frozen mid-scream, jaws slack, eyes bulging in terror. One had scorch marks along his temple, like something had been branded into his skin. Another was missing his tongue, just a bloodied hole where it used to be. The third had his eyes gouged out, lids torn and empty sockets gaping into hell.

Made from a mixture of silver and titanium. This bullet can injure or even kill shadow creatures if used correctly; it must hit their heart or head. I've practised my shots thousands of times so that they hit the target. Unfortunately, the devil's head was initially too close to Casey. I could have shot her in the head, but it was too risky because it would probably hurt Casey. "Fucking hunter!" The demon groaned. "What have you done to me?" Suddenly, she changed into a woman again. Then she whined. "I'm still human!"