Psycho Screams Novels & Stories

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.

“The screams and cries of women like yourself makes me harder than ever.” The plea was at the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t believe that I was so close to begging this psycho to not do anything to me, my heart sank to my stomach, the sound of it shattering filling my ears. “There’s more where that tears came from, isn’t there?” He asked, twisting my nipples before punching it so hard that even I couldn’t recognize the feedback of my own scream.

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.

The next few times afterward pretty much did not affect him. The silence was the most terrifying part and the most painful part more painful as he'd wished for it to happen instead of enduring the silence. And here when he lost it. he hears their moans, screams, and cries. that was begging him to stop. Their screams tore through him like a great shard of glass. His eyes widened and his pulse quicken and his heart pounded no stop. The screams came again, desperate, terrified.

It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday. It's been happening since she was six. Doctor Alan, their family doctor who specialized in mental health had advised her parents countless times to remove the part of Juan's memory-the part that remembered traumatic experiences because when Juana was six, seven, eight, nine, she repeatedly screamed out of her sleep and fell sick afterwards for at least three days. The screams stopped when she turned ten and was replaced by mood swings. When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear

“The Millenium Dreams!” My heart pounded, and I immediately traced Sancha's line of sight. Just looking at them made me feel like I was in Mt. Olympus. They all look like gods...and goddess. Yes, a goddess. There's a girl who was talking and laughing with Zeeve innocuously. She has an angelic face as well. I don't recall hearing a female voice while listening to their band. Was she a member of their band? Or maybe it's Zeeve's girl?

They feel stiff and gritty, like sand is trapped under my eyelids. I’ve silently cried everything out. There’s nothing left. I’ve prayed too. Mindless, desperate prayers whispered into the darkness. To whoever might be listening. For Damion and the boys to find us in time. And to protect my little blob and all of us until they do. They took my father earlier. Dragged him out. The door slammed. And then the screaming started. It comes in waves. Raw. Burning. Animal. The sound cuts through the suffocating darkness every now and then, ripping straight through my spine. Each scream feels like it scrapes something inside me.

Kai blinked. "That's... strangely terrifying" Rex stood and left, Kia sighed disappointedly. Back at Lorenzo's building, he was seated across a table his eyes scanning the laptop before him. He was watching the video of the sniper that had been captured by the CCTV. His focus was on the raffle with the sniper avs soon he got what he was looking for. A number. Gently written on the raffle. He closed the laptop and took off the glass he had on. "Stupid idiot, we will see in two months time" he muttered dangerously as he pulled out a cigarette.

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

Mal screamed so loud and long his voice started to break. Then, a toe-curling scream ripped through the entire locker room knocked me down, and I found myself falling flat on my ass. It wasn't a simple scream. No. That scream carried lots of pain, enough to knock me down. 'What was that? What is going on? I can't see a thing!' Robyn hissed.