Novel & Cerita Horror Pinhead

Kim had been sure that all the guns in the room had been removed, but just as they neared the exit to the warehouse, the sound of a safety being unlocked felt oddly familiar to him. Turning around, he found Ivan with a minigun and right then, he saw him pull the trigger, aiming for P’First’s back. He didn’t know why he did what he did, but before his mind could cope with it…he had already pushed P’First out of the way as the bullet hit him right on the side of his chest. Pain shot through his entire body as he fell to his knees…his ears ringing with a static sound that he couldn’t describe…

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!

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.

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.

I blanched visibly, blubbering incoherently as I watched the silver blades pass through his skull and his body seemed to deflate almost, spraying the metallic scent of blood everywhere. “Holy shit! Look at that! Kebab!” One of the shadowlings cheered, nudging his friend with his shoulder and pointing at Hagrid’s corpse. Fuck!! I shuddered, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep the bile from pushing through, and running to the washrooms, only allowing myself to heave into the dirty porcelain of the sink when I was sure I was alone. My eyes bulged and I spasmed as I stared at my hands, the dirty yellow goo that was mixed with small white maggots that wriggled and danced on my skin until I scre

She channeled all her rage—for her mother, for Sebastian, for her dad lying in the porcelain shards. She swung the rolling pin with both hands. CLANG! It connected with the mercenary’s temple with the sound of a church bell. The man’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Harper stood there, panting, holding the "Key" like a baseball bat. She looked at the unconscious giant at her feet. Then she looked at the rolling pin. Not a dent. "Nice swing," Sebastian lowered his gun, looking impressed. "That was a ten-billion-dollar concussion."

With gritted teeth, she turned the screen back on. The image that appeared still sent chills through her. It was a row of severed human heads, lined up on what looked like mushroom-growing racks. Four bloody heads... She had opened the message without any preparation, and the sight of the heads nearly scared her soul out of her body. She considered herself brave, but she wasn’t brave enough to stare at such a horrific scene without feeling terrified. Even after preparing herself, seeing the image again made her back shiver. The heads had their eyes closed, their faces drenched in blood. After a careful look, she recognized them: Dick, his two female companions, and another woman who was supp

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?