Mrs Loomis Scream 2 Novels & Stories

Linda screamed. What have I done?!

Logan was flat on the ground, grasping something with desperation, Sasha was not in sight, but her scream ripped through the air, distant and panicked. "Fuck! Don't let go, hold my my hands tight!" Logan yelled! I dropped Elma down, lunging forward in desperation, only to freeze as Sasha's scream pierced the silence. "Noooo!!!" Sasha's loud scream echoed, drifting off "Shittttt!!" Logan cursed loudly as he rose to his feet. My eyes widened in horror as I felt my blood run cold Fucking no!!

Screech! He slammed the door shut. Those who were about to board almost got caught and quickly backed away. "You idiot! They’re fooling you," the woman cursed. "You’re the fool! I'll run you over," the driver started the car, turning the steering wheel toward the woman. “Ah...” The women screamed and scattered in terror. “Haha...” The driver laughed heartily, "I was just turning around. What are you scared of?" "You..." The woman realized she had been played and was almost bursting with rage.

I opened my mouth to scream. “Don’t bother screaming because you can’t. With what I have given you, in a few seconds now you will be dead!” She was right, no sound came from my mouth and I felt my throat closing. Lois laughed as she watched me gasping and struggling for air.

Out of curiosity, I opened one eye and right then and there. Jeng! Jeng! Jeng! "Aaarrrhhh!" "Aaaaaa!" Bruuugghhh! The sound of the audience's screams now echoed throughout this room. I screamed as loud as I could when I saw the creepy creature suddenly appear on the screen, its face looking very creepy with lips oozing blood. So shocked, my body immediately fell under the chair. I threw my popcorn somewhere. Cold sweat is now flooding my body. Fuck! Which lunatic made a scary movie like this! By God, if I meet the director, I will strangle him!

Lorenzo’s massive, calloused fingers found hers instantly, locking around her wrist to anchor her position. Then—a woman’s raw, terrified scream violently sliced through the midnight air, echoing off the stone walls of the canal outside. Lorrie’s face turned ghostly white, her breath catching painfully in her throat as her brain instantly cross-referenced the vocal frequency. "No... structurally... it can't be..." The agonizing scream ripped through the dark a second time, carrying a frantic, desperate weight. "LORRIE!" "Mama!" Lorrie ripped herself from his grip, sprinting blindly toward the open stone balcony doors.

“He deserved it.” That wasn’t an answer, which meant it was. I shook my head, unbelieving. Absolutely unbelievable. Then a scream echoed from upstairs, and every head turned. The scream lasted only a second before it abruptly stopped. A chill crawled down my spine, I frowned. Something felt wrong, very wrong. I looked at Mama, and she looked away, avoiding my eyes. That made me even more uneasy. A few minutes later, Laro approached. His expression was carefully neutral. “Donna.”

She screams, slamming Miss Audrey into the preheated stove. “I’m going to kill you!” Miss Audrey screams, getting up with ease and charging at Luna Aeliana. She manages to tackle her to the floor, but Luna Aeliana is quicker, she flips their positions, both of them exchanging blows and screaming profanities at each other—one of them, actually. Miss Audrey is taunting her while she punches her repeatedly, laughing with each blow that lands on her or on Miss Audrey.

She chuckles, “Tough.” She presses the button and it quickly digs itself into his flesh. He starts screaming almost instantly. She moves to stand beside him, away from the camera so the camera still has a good view. Once the legs are as far in as they can go, they stop spinning and Mason breathes hard. She smirks, “Don’t worry, it gets worse.” He struggles but that just makes the legs tighten their grip. This thing’s clever. “I owe Dim and Dom a raise for this marvel.”

After we’d left. A cold, greasy dread slithered down my spine. “Lorenzo,” I said, my voice strangled. He looked up, his eyes sharpening at my tone. “What is it?” I turned the laptop around. He watched the ten-second clip, his face going utterly blank. The storm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a flat, dead calm that was more terrifying than any anger. “They were in the house,” he said, his voice devoid of inflection. It wasn’t a question.