Mrs Loomis Scream 2 Novels & Stories

FLASHES. A woman's voice screaming at her. A burning smell. A shattered glass. The touch of cold metal around her wrists. A scream, but it was her own scream. And then came Lucious's face. It was dark and furious, yelling at someone behind her. She could still hear his voice, not knowing what she was going through, he tries to explain better, what he had been saying for the next minute, but the scream she had heard before, inside her head, had to come out.

Her water broke. "Merida??" she called, her voice shaking. Merida turned, and Loo raised her joggers, revealing the water. "Ahhhh!" Loo screamed in pain as her contractions intensified. Merida rushed to her side, holding her hand. "Please try to keep it down. We don't want them to hear us." Loo's screams echoed through the night, despite her efforts to stifle them. Meanwhile, Sentinel and his men paused, alerted by Loo's cries. Sentinel's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Did you hear that? They're still here. Of course, they'll be here. This place is like a maze. They've been walking in circles."

Levy questioned Lily who nodded in response. Lily opened her mouth but a sudden scream caused her to stop. She turned and looked in the direction from which the scream came and remarked, “That sounded like Mavis.” Levy also knew that the scream indeed belonged to Mavis but why was she screaming like this? Inside the prison, Mavis was looking at her face which was covered in burned marks. It seemed as if someone had poured acid on her face in the night when she was unaware causing her entire skin to turn like this, her features were distorted and her face looked hideous.

The room spun and before I could stop it, the scream ripped out of me. “AHHH!” The floor went silent for one second. Then, they burst out laughing loud. Ugly. Cruel. Sandra gasped dramatically, covering her chest. “Oh my God, she’s going to faint! Someone hold her!” Hilda kicked her chair back and laughed like she just won a prize. “Look at her face! I told you she’d cry!” Mia whispered loudly, “Maybe she should quit if she’s scared of a rat. How did she even get hired?”

I howled in agony. My vision spun, bright and chaotic, making me dizzy. I needed to stop the pain. Someone, help me! I roared, my massive hands swinging around, seeking help. Instead of warm hands reaching out, people ran, screaming to get away. “Help!” Lorraine shrieked, collapsing to the ground. She stared at me, terrified, unable to stand. “No! Don’t come near me, monster!” Lorraine trembled in fear. The shock on her face was priceless.

The woman screamed again, only to have the shrill sound of panic turn into a gurgle as the undead ripped out her throat. “Jeannine!” screamed Curtis. Shotguns went off again. Limbs disintegrated under the onslaught. Curtis and the Golem raced around the undead creatures. The woman lay face down on the ground, motionless in a pool of dark blood. Curtis knelt at her side and gently rolled her over. The young camera woman’s eyes were wide, terror-stricken, and her dead mouth frozen in a perpetual silent scream. Curtis felt ashamed as relief washed over him. Not Jeannine.

his demonic voice shook her to the core. “Tell me to stop…” Mike mumbled against her neck while his lips stroked with a merely there touch– repeating his gesture, sending Sarah squirming and whimpering. She tried to keep quiet by biting the back of her hand but when Mike moved faster, she gave up. Jessica and Robert who was still peeping through their door heard the screams from their room “I think they have patched up,” Jessica said “You think???” He pulled Jessica to stand and closed the door, before pouncing on her. It’s his turn for some fun.

She had decided to go meet Leo that morning, she needed answers, and she didn’t want to wait anymore. Just as she opened her wardrobe door, something small and brown suddenly darted across the inside wall, it was a small brown moth. it had somehow found its way to the room through the window. With that, Lira froze for a second, staring in disbelief. Then she screamed, “Oh my God!” Then the tiny moth flew toward her hand, and she screamed again, jumping back in fear, trying to shake it off. At that same moment, Damian had just reached her door, about to knock when he heard her scream. His heart raced, and without thinking, he turned the doorknob and rushed in.

I started to scream. ***

I’m sure my mascara flaked, my hair is tangled in what I can only describe as criminal humidity, my toes are freezing through my socks, and my ankles are numb where the cable ties cut into them. So all in all, I’m not in the best mood. A scream breaks through the thin walls. Spills into our space like water through a crack in the floor. Female. Muffled. Raw. Then the laughter starts. Men. Three? Maybe four. Their voices blur together. Whooping, cheering, like they are at a bar watching a game. One of them even whistles. “Make sure you capture this. A nice movie for the boss.” My blood ice instantly. Not the dramatic kind. The literal kind. My fingertips go numb.