Romans & histoires Pinhead Horror

He was still standing straight and he didn’t even budge. Erica looked at the person and inhaled sharply, she was surely dead now. The person turned around and Erica was shocked to her core. Her kidnapper had sharp pointy teeth, he had many hairs on his face with the exception of the beard, and his ears were long and pointy. He was very tall; Erica hardly reached up to his chest. He had long nails or they were more like claws, he had hair on his hands and fingers. His feet and legs were covered in shoes and pants though. She looked at his face again and he was legit smirking at her. He was not even a human.

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.

“You don't have to be scared of me!” One of the parents snarled. “Pah! We were never scared of you in the first place. We—” “Of course, the dead wouldn't be scared of me!” “What did you say?” The clamoring parent thought he had heard wrong. Kiran’s gaze grew razor-sharp. “Why would you be scared of anything when you’re dead?” Whoosh! The next instant, a silver needle shot out from his hand, penetrating the parent’s head and sending blood gushing out from between his eyebrows.

Louis took the hammer that was prepared earlier, Phoebe looked at the hammer that was gradually raised in front of her eyes, she knew what he was going to do, so she shouted: "Stop it, don't… AAAAAAAAAAAA!" - The hammer in Louis' hand hit the tip of the nail that was pinning Phoebe's body. Phoebe's scream echoed throughout the room, mixed with the pounding of hammers. With each blow of the hammer hitting the tip of the nail, the pin went deeper into Phoebe's body, flowing from that spot on her body, drop by drop of blood dripping to the floor. But it was only a pin on Phoebe's right shoulder, but in Louis' hand, there were more than fifteen such large nails.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

She covered the distance between her and the struggling Hannah tied to the chair. She held the Anthrax gently in her hand and flipped it open, a sharp pencil knife snapped out. Hannah's eyes dilated in panic and alarm as she wriggled in the chair furiously, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Oh God!!! What is happening? Is she going to end up dead as she had feared? Maybe she will end up in the second category after all-the one where the main character in a horror movie ends up dead right in the enemy's lair.

When Ghostface saw what was happening, he fell deeper into madness as he continued his chanting, as if wanting to use his words to kill Harvey immediately. Harvey frowned deeply because he started to notice that his arms and legs seemed to be bound by something invisible. At this moment, Ghostface opened his eyes wide as a long needle appeared in his right hand, and he pinned it into the doll's left arm. Thud!

Was someone looking for something? But she had nothing! She heard the clank of metal. “Hello? Is someone in here?” Penny asked and closed her eyes, cringing. How stupid was she? That was a recipe for getting killed. After watching many horror movies, she should have known better. A hooded figure stepped out from the dark corner of her room with an object that glinted. Could it be Drew? The man looked taller and bigger than Drew. Her fingers quickly dialled Killian’s number.

She channeled all her rage—for her mother, for Sebastian, for her dad lying in the porcelain shards. She swung the rolling pin with both hands. CLANG! It connected with the mercenary’s temple with the sound of a church bell. The man’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Harper stood there, panting, holding the "Key" like a baseball bat. She looked at the unconscious giant at her feet. Then she looked at the rolling pin. Not a dent. "Nice swing," Sebastian lowered his gun, looking impressed. "That was a ten-billion-dollar concussion."