Novel & Cerita Pinhead Horror

“Okay, that is so gross.” “What?” “A chewed on finger, and it’s not been chewed on by an animal.” That made Ian all but gag. “Oh god, seriously? Why would someone do that?” “If they are alive? For power? Undead? A desperately sick need for life force.” Yolanda carefully stepped over the evidence. “We’ll pick it up on the way out. If it attracts anything to its by scent, then I don’t want it on my person.”

His eyes felt cleaner already. Tired of standing in his living room like some clown, he turned and turned the flat-screen TV on. Flipping through the channels, he tried to find something worth watching until finally, he found one; some woman was taking a chunk out of a man. The scream of the man was so earth-shattering, loud, full of pain and anguish that he shivered in anticipation. Blood–check, gore - check and horror–check; perfection.

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Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

I just wanted to know because I thought Sharon wouldn’t be there. ‘Well she was there. And I don’t think you expected me to break in.’ ‘It’s not that I expected you to break in, I just wonder how you managed to get rid of both girls without getting caught.’ ‘Well, Sharon made it easier for me. She went to the rooftop to hang her washing and I was left alone with her sister. So, by the time Sharon came back, her sister was already dead and I was hiding behind the door. I hit her behind her head and when she fainted, I dragged her to the bathroom and slit her wrist badly. So, whoever finds them will think it was a suicide on Sharon’s part.’ I narrated the entire story to Billy who looked more

Something like air leaking from a balloon. His body was torn through from shoulders to thighs and he was pinned to the table completely. At least the spikes distracted him from the burn. They added a new sensation of pain so great, his mind wasn't even capable of comprehending it. He wondered vaguely if he'd gone into shock; if it was even possible for one such as he. He opened his eyes to slits and saw six faces watching with horrified fascination as his blood; his strength, as it were; flowed from his body and through the drain. They all looked exactly as he would have expected; both hungry and disgusted.

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

After what felt like forever, Erica woke up and rubbed her eyes. Her head was pounding and hurting her a lot. She had never experienced such an extreme and painful headache, the back of her head, the back of her neck, everything was hurting her. She tried to get up but she couldn’t, so she lay in her position and tried opening her eyes slowly, as she try to adjust her eyes to the bright light. She saw a silhouette of someone, “Father?” she asked but she didn’t have any response.

His lips move silently — sorry … sorry … sorry — but no sound escapes. Beep! Beep! Blood drips from his hand. Dark. Thick. Sticky. He’s missing a finger. The drops fall in slow motion, each one hitting the floor with an echo that matches the sound pounding through my skull. Beep! Drip. Beep! Drip. Beep! Great. Evidently, my subconscious is now producing horror movies. Footsteps. Slow. Confident. Beep! Beep! Beep! Pain explodes inside my skull. Memories slam together like cars in a freeway pile-up.

But before my fingers could even touch the metal, the door swung open on its own, slow and silent. It was pitch black inside. I couldn't see a thing. An icy chill spilled from the doorway. It carried the stench of old graves and rot. I stepped into the room, fumbling along the wall for a light switch. Suddenly, a little girl's shrill scream tore through the room. "Aaaaaah—!" A small, soaking wet figure with long, tangled hair lunged at me from the darkness! Her eyes were a dead, lifeless white. Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek.