Pinhead Horror Novels & Stories

What is happening? "That's it, baby, just like that," the voice said. I heard him groan. "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. I heard him finish and clothes rustle. "You're awake, did you enjoy that? Don't worry baby, soon it will be me and you. For now, it's time for a nap," he said as something sharp pierced my neck. The darkness closed in on me again, this time I welcomed it. The Twins...

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.

he proudly proclaims, and I could feel the smile on his face. A small prick pinches my left forearm and I inspect the unexpected sore. A small dart is protruded in my left arm. My vision starts to blur, but I fight it, yanking the dart from my flesh. I try to focus on the dart, but my vision is blurring even more and I start to feel dizzy. I try to push back the feeling again, but this time it's too hard. I barely feel my body hitting the ground as my vision dissipates. -

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

HE WATCHED her smile at him. Oh, how she had such a pretty smile with her short dark blonde hair and those wide brown eyes. She was in a ‘Pocahontas’ costume, a black weather with a white tip sticking out at the back of her hair which kind of confused him. Why was she dressed like that? She approached him slowly and he could feel her warm breath causing his face to flush but he felt different this time. He felt confident. She touched his hand, making him to look down and could see the shadow cast on the ground where there was a picture of a lion’s head—Barnstable High School logo. He savoured the moment, raising his head to look into her eyes which sparkled under the moonlight. He noticed

“I remember everything.” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping closer, “you look at the girl, and you hesitate.” She bared her teeth, black veins pulsing under her skin. “I don’t hesitate. I remember.” He smiled like a knife unsheathing. “Good.” Then he raised a hand and pressed it to her forehead. Dark tendrils of magic slithered down his fingers into her skull. It hurt—every cursed blessing did—but she didn’t scream. She never screamed. Visions poured in:

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

His gaze, which reflected suffering and pity, pursued him until he stood at the front, and Lucifer began to speak. "Good afternoon, my dear prodigies. He is Jonah, and this other head is his sister, Alma," said Lucifer, while holding Alma's sleeping face. Everyone looked at Jonah in amazement; they had never seen someone with two heads. It was something new to them. It made them very curious. "Hey, why does your other head look dead?" Asked the Worm Man in a rough voice, who initially crawled into the tent. "It's not dead, it's asleep," replied Jonah in an almost inaudible voice. Although Alma had never spoken, nor given strong signs of life, Jonah preferred to believe that she was only asle

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.