Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

> POV: Carrie I wаnt to scream, but nоthіng comes out. Aрrіl lооkѕ tеrrіfіеd, аnd rіghtlу ѕо, hеr аttасkеr іѕ hugе аnd he’s not alone. Thе hulkѕ аrе drеѕѕеd in blасk, wіеldіng dіrtу gunѕ. Hеr раlе сhееk hаѕ a dark grease mark whеrе he’s рrеѕѕіng thе wеароn. I know I nееd to do something but аll mу trаіnіng dоеѕn’t tоuсh thе sides оf thіѕ fеаr.

I scream. It’s a raw, animal sound that tears my throat. I swing my fist. I drive the key into his eye. SQUELCH. The sound is wet. Horrifying. The Reaper shrieks. He drops my legs, clutching his face. Blood spurts between his fingers, black in the shadows. "My eye! She got my eye!" The other two drop me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my teeth. I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

My Bully is Psycho Chapter one ISABELLA. * * A loud groan escaped my mouth at the loud sound of my alarm, "Argh! " I groaned inaudibly Oh for a world without freaking Monday's!. I closed my eyes trying to drift myself back to a peaceful slumber when I was disturbed yet again. Without giving it a thought I stretched my arm towards the nightstand to grab the monster that dared disturbed my sleep. I was satisfied with the loud crashing sound it made, That was until I heard a scream.

His eyes drop an ocean that gets pulled to the sky staining his upper cheeks and the saliva in his mouth twirling from each scream let out. Haaaaa!!!... The scream filled the air with terror while the spikes reached out to slice through his skin. One cuts his left arm off, the blood pours so heavy before he lands straight to the ground... his eyes locking out its view. Bump-bump, Bump-bump.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

staining my dress. The little psycho in front of me pull the knife out of my tummy and i cried out with hot tears. Ahhh! I screamed the door opened instantly, I fell off backward onto a hard chest. Blacking out….

She's going to get it-uncensored, unabridged, undiluted. "Scream for me, baby. Let the whole fucking house know who owns this cunt. Let the fucking neighbors know how fucking horny you get for my fat fucking dick." Malia whimpers and moans into the panties stuffed in her mouth, her eyes rolling back unfocused and wild, her face red as she screams into the lace. Drool drips down her cheek from the corners of her mouth as her throat hums raggedly.

I opened my mouth to scream and only managed a broken, wet sound, tears sliding hot down my temples into my hair. One of them dragged a filthy finger along my jaw. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re about to feel something incredible.” “Camera’s rolling,” another one said, somewhere off to the side, satisfaction thick in his voice. Rough fingers fumbled at the buttons of my shirt. Panic detonated through whatever fog the drug had wrapped around me, and I screamed, loud enough that it tore straight up my throat and momentarily sliced through the haze clouding my head. I kept screaming. It was the only thing keeping me tethered to consciousness at all.