Psycho Screams Novels & Stories

I hid my hand inside the pocket of my hoodie and starts distracting myself. I entered an alley instead of the entrance in front. The blast of the music inside was already invaded my ears. Club X is where I spent my nights working. Lucas owns this place, he became my friend when I started a fight inside his bar. I stopped walking when I noticed something in the dark corner of the alley, a place where usually there's no light can reach. A two silhouette flashed, I heared a man screams who started pleading, it's not visible but there's a silhouette of two people in the dark. The man who keeps shrieking in pain was lying on the floor, while the other one kick his face.

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

"I swore that day I'd make you the happiest woman in the world." I pulled my hand back. "Yes," I said, looking at the passing scenery, my voice flat. "That Gavin would have fought the world for me. The Gavin of today nearly got me killed by a sniper." Gavin's face stiffened. "That was an accident, Viola. The situation was critical…" Just then, his phone rang. A special ringtone. It was Sofia. Gavin glanced at me, hesitated for a second, but answered. "Gavin! Help me… sob… I had a nightmare, there was blood everywhere… my stomach hurts so bad…" Sofia's panicked screams tore through the phone, loud enough for the whole car to hear.

You can tell by the way her shoulders shake. Then the camera glitches. When it comes back, the table is overturned. The footage ends there. I woke up to sirens. Not the dramatic kind you hear in films—just distant, constant noise that seeps into dreams and poisons them. My phone was ringing. I didn’t answer it. Something in my body already knew. By morning, Jack was gone. Not “missing” in the gentle way people disappear. Gone in the way rooms feel wrong afterward. Gone in the way silence grows teeth.

The smell of the room—bleach and dust—mixes with the scent of my own distress. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams. It tastes like stale smoke. "Purge it," Echo commands. "Get it out." I climax. It hurts. My muscles spasm violently, cramping around the toy. I scream into the pillow, tears soaking the fabric. It feels like I’m vomiting up the trauma, expelling the memory of the camera lens, the guard’s gun, the look on Lena’s face. "Again," Echo says. He doesn't let me rest. He keeps the toy hammering.

Anything to fight the cries. I plug my phone in, open Spotify and put on the gym playlist that is as ancient and untouched as most fossils. Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ fills the room. But the cries still squeeze my brain, poke my heart. They’re a long, sustained pitch. I grab the eyeball, open the curtains, then the window, and throw the eyeball out of my life. I slam the window shut and close the curtains, but the cries and screams continue. “Stop it!” I open the minibar and drink everything in there. Gin, whisky, wine. All of it.

Screams. And then— Gunfire.

“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 words scream silently inside my head, terror mixing with desire. And I blink rapidly, sweat dripping into my eyes, heart hammering wildly, the truth sinking into me. Damien has disappeared again.

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.