Pinhead Horror Novels & Stories

I wanted to run out of the main gate but before I could, someone hit me on the head with a stick and I fell to the ground, gasping in pain as I saw my blood oozing out of my head. “Whoever makes it here never makes it out, little fox.” Pinuno told me as he chuckled and I gasped as he grabbed a stick and just as he made to hit me, I closed my eyes, crying as I waited for it to hit me, but when I heard the sound of it coming against a flesh, I didn’t feel any pain.

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.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Off in the distance, a plank crashed to the ground. Footsteps followed—fast, frantic, and heavy with terror. Hound’s hand slipped into his pant’s pocket, pulling out a metallic syringe. Inside, a bright purple fluid fizzled violently, light dancing through the glass. Without hesitation, he jammed the needle into his forearm. The reaction was immediate. Black veins crawled across his skin, spreading like ink in water. Every hair on his body stood on end. His pupils turned silver, glowing against the darkness. He tilted his head, staring through the shadows. The world shifted under his gaze—what others saw as blackness revealed its truth to him.

Sidney giggled, gesturing to Adam. “Hey,” Adam said, “I’m not sure if I’m offended by that or not.” The lights around them smothered down to shadows as the screen ignited. The mumble of the crowd silenced. All eyes turned to fixate on the large Telluride Horror Show logo. A few motivated morning patrons let out isolated whoops. Sidney flattened a Junior Mint against the roof of her mouth with her tongue as the opening credits snuck across the screen.

I blanched visibly, blubbering incoherently as I watched the silver blades pass through his skull and his body seemed to deflate almost, spraying the metallic scent of blood everywhere. “Holy shit! Look at that! Kebab!” One of the shadowlings cheered, nudging his friend with his shoulder and pointing at Hagrid’s corpse. Fuck!! I shuddered, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep the bile from pushing through, and running to the washrooms, only allowing myself to heave into the dirty porcelain of the sink when I was sure I was alone. My eyes bulged and I spasmed as I stared at my hands, the dirty yellow goo that was mixed with small white maggots that wriggled and danced on my skin until I scre

The child zombie burst out from behind the hallway corner. It was unbelievably fast, running with both hands and feet, hitting the ground like an agile panther. As it lunged toward Hayley, the heavy bangs covering its forehead flew up, revealing a pair of eerie, pupil-less white eyes. That innocent childlike face, paired with the pale eye sockets and a blood-soaked mouth split almost to the back of its head, looked straight out of a horror movie. There wasn't a trace of color in its face. Its gray-white eyes locked onto Hayley, filled with nothing but manic excitement.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

“Because this truly is but the final chapter of a story that took place over a long time. To trace its true beginning, we gotta go back seven years, to our first investigation at one of the most haunted locations in the whole world: Pennhurst Asylum.” Okay, this was a great idea. I left my empty mug by the computer and brought up my knees to my chest, crossing my arms around them. Brandon did some voice-off narration about the place and their investigation to go with a very fast-paced montage from the episode they’d shot there back in 2016. It ended with the four of them in Quaker Hall’s basement. “I didn’t know it, but what I was about to do would scar me for life,” he said off camera.

Guests screamed at the horrific sight and scattered, chaos erupting everywhere. Bahira’s body sprouted black, sharp bristles. Huge, hairy limbs began to burst out of her—like a spider’s, but tipped with metal points. With each emerging leg, there was a horrifying creak and a thunderous удар as it slammed deep into the ground, tearing the earth apart. Her body rapidly deformed and reshaped.