Pinhead Horror Novels & Stories

His grip on the weapon was firm, his eyes glinting maniacally from the black hood he had on. Finally, my fingers closed around the hairpin, and I pulled it free with slow, deliberate care. The metal felt cold and unforgiving in my hand. My heart raced as I braced myself for what I had to do. Without giving myself a moment to think, I thrust the hairpin forward, aiming for the man's knife hand. "You bastard!" I screamed as the hairpin made contact. The pin sank into his flesh with a sickening squelch, and he cried out in agony. The knife clattered to the ground, splattering blood in its wake.

Upon concluding his remark, he extracted a steel pin from the container and brutally impaled it beneath her fingernail. Eulalia’s scream permeated the air, her other hand clawing at the icy floor tiles. She had believed herself desensitized to pain, yet the man ceaselessly unearthed novel methods to inflict further torment. Three steel pins were inserted into a single digit, the nail, now intermingled with blood, dislodged, and the pins embedded in her flesh shimmered in the dim illumination, resembling nascent nails.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

Jo fired again, turning the would-be matronly murderer into black char. The other guy was down but not out. He lay groaning on the ground, holding his shoulder. “Damn, I missed,” Jo muttered, placing her thick black boot on his neck and ignoring his pleas as she fired into his head. “Not this time,” she said as the sole of her boot thunked on the dingy, off-white linoleum, skidding in the pile of ash that occupied what used to be the outline of the Vampire.

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."

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

I begged her as I pushed to my feet with shaky legs. The creature clicked across the ground, observing me with its red eyes. It didn't move much but I wasn't fooled. A single movement from one of its limbs could end me. Slowly, I raised my hand to my hair and freed it from the golden hairpin. I took a deep breath and waited. Sure enough, the monster leaped for me; I bent low at the exact same time and dug my hairpin into its belly as hard as I could. The force had it crashing behind me, the pin dragging a deep line down its center as its guts spilled out.

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located