Screaming Death Novels & Stories

Whitlock’s who seemingly shocked. His shoulders rose up and swallows several times while trying himself not to move. “You’re really pissing me off!” Yadiel’s voice thundered the whole room making all of them gasped in pure shock. Even I instantly got frightened because of his eyes whose like making fireballs. It was like as if he saw something from the past because of the scene causing him to be this mad. My entire body stiffened and waited on what will going to happen next.

Erah said then he looked at us one by one then Asher screamed like he was burning in hell which raised more hairs. "Ahhrgh—grhh!! stop it! stop it!" He shouted then he suddenly scratched his skin on his body at the same time he vomited blood now. and when he vomits his bl*od, centipedes, cockroaches, worms and any insects that come out of his body can be seen there. In the ears, mouth, eyes and nose along with profuse blood. "Goodness!! Omay... " Psyche shouted then she pulled me and now Nale was able to lift Zachary suddenly.

Jerry’s voice was deafening as he roared for back up. “Ah!” Just then, a torturing scream was heard from outside the premises. Everyone was once again shocked! That was because the person screaming was the Daco family’s head of security. He was actually crying out in pain and misery. Was he dead? Since the head of the security was dead, did this mean that the rest of them were all silenced already? How could this possible? Everyone was dumbfounded!

Cosmo gasped “m-my f-friends! My FAMILY!” He scooped up the slopping guts around him and let them splatter to the ground from between his fingers. He threw his head back and wailed. The heartbreaking misery echoed off the blood-soaked walls above him. The bodies hanging over the levels only stared at us, their liquified eyeballs crying onto the dead below. “I d-don’t want t-to live” Cosmo whined, before clutching at his ears “their screams won’t stop! Make them stop, please!”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

If she ever found out the truth and blamed the wrong person, would she regret how she had treated me? I was shivering and gasping for air. My legs gave out beneath me, and I dropped to my knees. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and then another mouthful of blood. But this time, it was different—the blood was black. I remembered what the healer once told me—if I ever vomited black blood, that would be the end. So, was this it for me? If my parents heard I had died, would they feel even a little bit sad? I fought to stay conscious, blinking through the blur as my vision began to dim. I could barely see my parents' retreating figures.

Screaming in shock, he instinctively turned to Hazel, hoping she'd do something. However, Hazel didn't even look at him. Shock and grief washed over her as she knelt before me, carefully helping me up. "Danny? Danny, wake up! You're just trying to scare me, right? Stop this. I was wrong. I don't like Ryan. I only like you. Really… I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" With what little strength I had left, I struggled desperately to push Hazel's hands away before gradually shutting my eyes. While I felt my spirit leave my body, Hazel completely broke down. She buried her face against mine, her tears mixing with my blood.

Chapter 13 Horrendous, that was the words can describe my feelings. Everywhere I looked there were dead and souls being picked up by another Grim Reaper. "Name: Samantha C. Real Age: 32 years old Cause Of Death: Accidental Death Time of Death: 3:42 pm." Announcement of the Grim Reaper next to me. For some unknown reason, I look invisible in the eyes of people here in this place. No one is criticizing nor asking about my presence here. I did not try to ask the Grim Reaper next to me because I'm sure he has something to do with it or maybe because I'm one of them so things like this aren't impossible. Well, after all, I am contracted living Reaper the only difference between me and them is tha

'Let me go, or we'll die here. My fingers twitched, flapping frantically against the dirt as the pressure built to a boiling point. I couldn't fight them off. I was going to die there. 'Take it,' I thought, terrified but desperate. 'Just save me.' I closed my eyes, preparing to let go and allow whatever entity was scratching at the walls of my skull to take the reins. SCREEEEEEEEECH! A sharp, piercing frequency ripped through the air. It wasn't a human scream; it sounded like high-voltage feedback amplified a thousand times over, vibrating at a pitch that bypassed the ears and struck directly at the brain.

The screaming had words buried in it. "Mama's going to die! Mama's going to die and leave me alone! I don't want to live either! Mama should take me with him! He can't leave me alone here! Mama's scared! Mama's scared and he's going to die!" The words were tumbling out in a continuous stream, barely coherent through the sobs and screams, and each one hit like a physical blow. This wasn't a normal tantrum. This was a complete breakdown, a child experiencing trauma so intense it had shattered his ability to cope.