Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

I screamed and held my head with both hands My head was pounding me,it hurts and felt as if thousand ants are crawling in my brain,my hands started shaking and my knee felt like rubber,I started breathing heavily I whimpered "It hurts...it hurts...Ahhhh" I screamed louder this time "Skylar! Skylar, what's wrong?? Pls Skylar! You are scaring me" I heard Leon panicked voice "Skylar..can you...can you hear me?" I felt as his chest falls and rise he also had difficulty breathing

What happened to me being a crazy psycho that he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole? Shivers wrack through me as I whimper. I drag myself to the bathroom and turn on the hot water. I can feel his phantom touches still on me. Can feel his creepy eyes on me. I step under the water and look down at my figure. Bruises line my hips and the top of my chest. Scratches cover my thighs and calves. But most of all, my insides ache.

“Oh, we’re just warming up.” I cranked the torch higher, the plates glowing orange now, the smell of scorching metal mingling with the faint char of flesh. I dropped the press another inch, grinding his fingers flat. Bones snapped like brittle twigs, and this time, he roared—a deep, guttural scream that sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Yes. Scream for me. Alessandra’s voice cut through, soft and pleading. “Alex… enough. We need him to talk.”

The sound that tore through the morning silence was not a laugh, nor a whisper, nor the familiar, grim sounds of our daily survival. It was a scream. It was a high, thin, wire of pure, unadulterated terror, so sharp it seemed to slice through the very walls of our condo. It wasn't the guttural roar of an Infected; this was a human sound, born of a shock so profound it could only be expressed in a single, piercing note of absolute horror.

I laughed out loud sarcastically, I felt like I was Psycho at the moment but I could care less. "Nooooooo" I heard the frightened scream from Richard and the next I heard was a loud bang from the car crashing violently on one of the trees and sounds of the windscreen cracking. My head hits the dashboard painfully, then… I blacked out

The tires squealed against the ground as she put the gas to the floor. I looked out the back window as we made the last turn, a scream tearing out of my throat as I watched Persues running after us, but he didn't look like the man I met in the club. I swore his eyes were completely black now, and a hoard of shadows danced around him. "Faster. Drive faster." I shouted.

I am trying to figure out what's roaming inside his sick brain. " I asked you something. Which hand he used to slap you?" He barked on my face and I trembled with fear. I replied with my shaky voice," Right hand." " Then he is going to lose it," He replied like a complete psycho and gave me a creepy smile. Then, he took a chainsaw in his hand and turned it on giving me another crooked smile. I heard my father screaming and I understood what's going to happen. " No," I screamed and tried to stop him. But, he pushed me very hard and I landed on the ground with a thud sound.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

That's all I hear, before something drags Piper down the ground. I stumble back in panic, my hand pressed firmly over my lips to conceal my scream. "Piper?" I call out carefully. "Piper, are you-agh!" Something rips me off the ground, and presses an awful smelling substance under my nose. That's the last thing I remember, before everything goes black.