Horror Pinhead Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

He watched, his eyes wide with horror, as Twister, with a chilling precision, severed his pinky fingers, the saw slicing through bone and flesh. The world dissolved into a blur of pain and darkness, and Harin finally succumbed to the blessed oblivion of unconsciousness. But even in the darkness, he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that his nightmare had only just begun.

Jade pinched her eyes closed in fear, and her thighs stiffened. As I was about to sift down her pants, I felt a stab of pain spreading across the back of my head. I pinched my head attempting to control the pain, yet it was not doing me any good. My orbs widely stared at the ceiling clouded in darkness before I roared like a wounded wolf. But who dared to cause pain to the alpha? Why was I experiencing this out of nowhere?

“I told you to lower your expectations for tonight, brothers. This one here is a very boring puppy but it’s okay as long as she’ll prove to be very interesting when I pin her down below me and moan for me-” My long blonde hair fell over my shoulders when I took the pin from it and stabbed it in his throat as quickly as I could before he could finish his sentence. The hair pin was a gift from my father, one of the countless weapons he had showered me with through the years. I didn’t know it would come in handy tonight.

He glared at the silver headed boy and turned abruptly, disappearing into the forest. Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to tremble violently. The earth cracked open, revealing intense darkness that seemed to swallow the light. From the depth, monstrous undead figures emerged, their forms twisted and grotesque. Their eyes burned with an insatiable hunger. The silver headed boy's face went pale as a beam of sweat formed on his forehead.