Horror Pinhead Novels & Stories

The flesh had dissolved, leaving hollow, black eye sockets that stared straight at her as she passed. "What the hell is that?" Griffin muttered when he saw it, glaring at the disgusting head in revulsion. He casually picked up a pen from the floor and tossed it. The moment the pen tip touched the bloated zombie head, it was like a needle popping a balloon. Pop! The zombie head exploded. Hayley immediately yanked her group aside. The wave of filth and stench splattered all over an unlucky kid barely in his early twenties. In an instant, he looked like he had just been hauled out of a septic tank.

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

making my way down the passage I saw a trail of blood leading to the last room in the hallway, following the trail I came to a stop at the door where the trail ended only to find the decapitated head of a man. Stepping pass the severed head I walked into the room looking up from my feet at the sound of a voice and instantly wished I hadn't. The sight that greeted me was a horrific one if I've ever seen any, blood and body parts were everywhere and Jermaine's body laid battered and bruised in a corner but the worst of all was the sight of Alessandro cradling Rosalyn into his arms with a bullet lodged in her chest, the sight froze me immediately.

Something about the shape of his head and the hunch of his back. ‘Help me. Please. HELP ME!’ He screamed and suddenly jumped out of the darkness and into the light as he tackled and pinned me to the ground. As soon as I saw him - it - clearly, I let out a scream. It wasn’t human at all. It was a shark with a body of a human. Its beady eyes stared me in the eyes as it continued to scream a lot and animal-like sound. ‘I TRUSTED THEM. THE TRAITORS!’ It yelled. Its mouth opening wide and close enough to my face that I feared that I was about to lose my head. Literally.

If a second cave-in occurred, this time, they may not be lucky. Ian thrust an evidence bag through the opening for Hal. “Hal, please get the head of the creature, will you? We’ll need it as proof.” Hal grimaced but took the bag. He then left the passage in search of the body. Aria watched him leave, and her first thought was to go after him. Hal came back with the head. He’d included its hat, though Aria thought that was now part of its filthy hair. They didn’t pull all the debris down. The group had a large hole big enough to pass through the backpacks and evidence.

I use magic to attack him, this strong wind will blow the bloke. He was unaffected by my attacks, standing still like a statue, so why let me kick him? Apparently, this person could easily take me down. Now that I've noticed, isn't he an accomplice of the cheesy-looking wolf? No, that's okay! Werewolves are all evil. I used the silver hairpin on my head that was given to give me by Irina to stab him in the wrist of my hand. Even so, his wrist was burned, the blood dripped continuously to fall on the ground, he still squeezed my wrist.

No shape could ever truly contain the deep and pervasive horror that Death inspires and to behold it in all its extradimensional glory is to spontaneously fry your brain. In one fluid, memorized motion, Septimus whirls his overcoat off and into the air and a spirit steps out of a wall of monitors to assume the role of a coat-stand. This spirit is fully skeletal; tragically its head is missing so there’s nothing but its spine protruding between the shoulder-blades, making it otherwise perfect as a peg. Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace.

“Who sent you to me! Who are you!?” Fuck! She was being too loud. If she kept that up, this shit would get messy. And I don't do messy. Besides, the clock in my head said I had less than eight minutes until these guys probably regained consciousness. I shot my wrist forward, aiming for the spot beside her throat. I sent off a poisonous pin. “Ouch.” Her hand flew to her throat, her fingers pinching the pin out of her skin. “What… what… what have you done—”

It isn’t until I smell the rooting carcasses that seem to smell like a dead animal that has been hit by a car and left on the side of the road do I start moving and with the moving I catch someone’s attention, some unwanted attention. As I crawl towards Ash, I see some movement to the right of me; something is crawling out of the pile of bodies. I continue to crawl towards Ash, only faster this time, and I reach him just in time. The beast emerges from the pile of bodies and steps out into the light. I scream in horror, what kind of monster is this, its skin a deadly grey that hangs off its body, with wrinkles covering its body. Its eyes bright yellow but they have a faded tint to them. When

Gritting her teeth, she tilted her head to the side and caught sight of blood trickling down from her scalp. She winced. Her fingers instinctively went to the gash, and when she pulled her hand back, her palm was smeared with red. Her jaw clenched. "Stupid. I should’ve never trusted those girls." Anger mixed with fear, and she forced herself to focus. She touched her hair. Nestled within the strands was a pin.....silver, sharp, almost hidden. Her breath caught. Carlos. Her mind replayed his words from earlier, when he’d tucked two of the same pins into her hair with that rare softness in his eyes.