Horror Pinhead の小説・ストーリー

She orders and I find myself obeying, my body moving on my own. Her eyes are almost red with barely hints of purple as she opens the cardboard and takes out of it a human head, freshly chopped. “No!!!!” Her hair-rising voice shakes the ground beneath my feet. FUCK!

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.

Klints could do nothing. There was a noise from the basement. While he walked fast, he saw the floor cracked wide open a bit. He peered through the hole size a little bigger than his head. Panicked, he took his head. He saw the face of a woman there. Unable to bear his weight, the floor broke down. He fell into the basement. He was lying unable to stand up. He opened his eyes. He saw five human heads pinned the ceiling. He got up, threatened. "Hello, Mr. Klints-Evver," a horrible voice spoke.

Seeing the scene, they all had grossed out expressions. The Manticore puked out a ball of flesh on the grass. They all soon noticed that the beast had puked out a human head, but it was dissolved enough to be indistinguishable. It was surely someone from the restraining team. Again a provoking smile appeared on Manticore's face seeing their horrified expression.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Sweat trickled down my face, and the screams sent slithers of cold down my spine. I was shaking like a leaf under the merciless assault of the wind. “Run! Run! Run!” The voices began to chant “Save yourself!” I tried to, but my legs wouldn't budge. Run! Escape! If only I could. Then a Shadow in form of a man emerged from the smokes, its eyes blazing in uniformity with the flames that had reduced the house to the ground, in its right hand, it held a silver sword, stained dark with blood, and in its left a head, freshly decapitated from the body as blood, dark as night dripped from it. He threw the head at my feet. The head rolled onto its neck, its eyes staggering in their sockets.

Two pairs of eyes stared back at me in horror. “Help my ass!” I hissed angrily. Lisa peeped. “Fucking hell,” she muttered. She kept pushing her hair back to see properly. “Fucking hell!” she exclaimed. It was like she was seeing clearer after each fling of hair. I grabbed one of the heads from the box. The fresh blood that sputtered out hinted to me that they had just been killed. The other one had his neck gone. With only his face ending without a chin and a screaming mouth half gone.

Something falls out of the folder, fluttering to the floor. Sofia bends, picking it up. "Holy," she breathes. "What even is this?" She hands it to me. When I bring it to eye level, my breath hangs. Bottomless black eyes peer at me, a tall, white headpiece extending from a deformed head. Beside the humanoid figure is a hound from hell. "The Reverend," I whisper. "What?" Soph asks, confused. Inner jostle. "I... It looks like a reverend. You know, with the headpiece and all."

His head shook, twitched, but his jaw did not open. - Hold, - one of the girls handed him another fork. Vic nodded and took the item offered to him. He stuck this one into the skull near the ear, the teeth gnashed against the bone and with a crunch stuck in the ear hole. The wheezing became louder, but the head was not going to unhook from the victim. In places where silver objects touched the undead, light smoke floated from the skin. The girls were both already handing Vika a fork. The Vistolet took another cutlery in his hands and thought, twitching his head only increased the woman's wound.

Because I can't let him hit me, so I put everything on myself for him to break free before covering his disgusting teeth on my leg. I can see a pin with a ring above me, it holds part of the frame construction and it's not far. Without reconsidering, I loosen one hand and reach for the pin, the darkness and fear that builds inside me with each bombarded effort. I look down as I hear thunder at Bladimir and see him putting all of himself into poking my lower leg, coming exceptionally close to doing so. Once again, I think of the front, stop my breath, and then stretch out my hand, finally discovering how to drift my fingers into the pin ring, which I yank hard until I escape from the spot.