Romans & histoires Horror Pinhead

The cold seemed to come from everywhere. “Was it her?”Polly asked.”The woman in the portrait,the one I showed you?” “No,”Ginny said,obviously fighting back the hot tears stinging at her eyes.”It was someone else.Something else.Something dark and evil.After I was dressed,I sat in front of the mirror,to put my lipstick on and I saw her in it,she came out of the wall,filthy and haggard..she smiled..her teeth were rotten and she pointed her finger towards me…I was so frightened Polly,there were shadows all around her.She was evil.Whatever is in this house is evil…pure evil!”

“Let’s just try to find our way from here.” But it was like he didn’t hear me at all. He climbed up onto the porch. “Hey, man, say something at least! What, did you fall asleep or what?” He stepped closer and tugged the hood down — and I couldn’t hold back a scream of horror. Konstantin himself jumped back in shock. Under the hood was a skull — a human skull — tilted slightly to the side. “Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath, stepping back. I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth, trying not to sob.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

The attacker jerked my head back by my hair, hard. Somehow, my fingers closed around the purse strap. I dragged it towards me. The zipper! My trembling fingers found the head, pulled it down. I put my hand inside, past crumpled tissues, loose change. There it was! The cool, smooth metal of the pin. I grabbed it, fisted it tight. With the last shred of strength I had, I drove the sharp end of the pin straight down, deep into the thick muscle of the arm pinning me.

I did him a favor, he did one for me. He gives his head a quick nod and clomps to one of the wooden panels. The engraving has a wolf’s head with five, ten pointed stars above it. I look more closely and realize the wolf looks just like Lex. They even singed the wood black to make the image more realistic. Pan rolls his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and puts his finger in his mouth. He bites down until there’s a sickly crunching sound, making me gasp. He takes his bloody finger out of his mouth and swipes it against the engraving of the wolf's head.

Then I push my power into her one more time. Corinda’s body tenses, attempting to curl into itself, but I hold her legs apart with all of my strength. Her head is flung back into the dirt and her fingers claw at the ground, ripping up dead grass and clumps of dirt. Soon enough, silver starts to ooze from her opening. Her body is wracked with the full-throated screams that leave her panting and her throat raw. When I’m finally done, there is only a few ounces of silver on the jacket. It seems like so little to set off the amount of pain and terror that has run through this trio and has happened because of them.

The smell of fresh human flesh made her head throb and her throat ache. data-p-id=56531b05a9961565cf198616dbe583b2,Sensing an audience, the three ghouls drenched in blood turned to the two younger ghouls, their eyes were wide, pupils diluted and orbs the colour of blood. Their eyes held a wild gaze, as if this was their first taste of flesh in months. data-p-id=dadab1d8892f46a58c49423177a34a51,One of them snarled. "Hey punks, get lost, unless you wanna be next."

Heart and liver exposed, partially devoured, it was a nauseating sight that twisted my stomach in knots, making me want to retch. Suddenly, I felt something cold slowly dropping on my head— A cold liquid began trickling over my head, drop by chilling drop. I shuddered as the frigid trail snaked down my forehead. With trembling hands, I reached up, my fingertips encountering the sticky, metallic substance. It was red, unmistakably.... blood. My eyes looked upside, and horror-struck my very soul as I took in the sight of the severed head of a man hung grotesquely from a hook, taking the place of a torch.

Curtis did not respond or even flinched at his act instead he reached for his hairpin and took it out letting the long hair loose, with an effortless flung of arm the long needle pierced his forehead from the middle. Danielle gasped loudly seeing blood oozing from his forehead as his lifeless body fell and decomposed into a black smoke leaving the golden hairpin. It was an unusual sight to behold and the only explanation people could derive was the special hairpin Curtis had. It was definitly the doing of that pin that a werewolf killed by it would turn into a smoke leaving no trace of death. Curtis walked up to it and picked the pin which was a gift from king Cyrus and licked off the blood

My fingers slipped behind my dress, finding the sharp, thin hairpin tucked at the nape of my neck. I moved fast. Before he could react, before he even knew what was happening— I drove the pin into his throat. A wet, gurgling sound escaped him as his body jerked violently. His eyes widened, pure shock flashing across his face. Blood gushed. He stumbled back, his hands flying to his neck, fingers grasping at the wound. His mouth opened, but no words come out. Only choked, strangled noises. I watched. He tried to step forward, but his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. Blood pooled around him, dark and thick, staining the floorboards.