Screaming Death Novels & Stories

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.

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

The lifeless eyes. So many voices. Calling out to him for help. So many voices in his head. He couldn't help...! They called to him as they died. As they took their last breath, they begged their king to save them. He couldn't. They all died. Declan died. And, it's all his fault. Screams in his heart. Screams in his head. So much screams. Escape! 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬! 𝙀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙀!!!

I really couldn’t accept the sudden loss of my parents. "Lauren, it's true. When the police came to your house, they found you hugging your mom's lifeless body, while next to her body was your dad's lifeless body too. The police said that it looked like your dad died earlier than my sister, " Tita Lina's voice was very sad as she told me the information she got from the police. She hugs me so tight while crying. It was obvious in her voice that she felt sorry for me and for what happened to my parents.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

C as the head of the tech department “ “ Apart from these facts, when he was drying up, he was pleading with something, begging it to leave him alone but when I looked around I saw no one, so who was he talking to? “ “ I suspected it was ghost or some otherworldly creature, so I quickly ran away due to fear. After I was able to think properly I decided to start researching, however, this time my focus was on the supernatural, after weeks of researching I was able to get a clue “ “What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, the

He screamed like a little girl, as sweat and tears come to no difference. “I killed all your favorite girls, also…” she paused “The lady they called Mc Ganhy” she laughs as the sounds of her voice echoes inside the room along with the scream and cries. "Tasha" she whispered. Paulo cried his heart out, whispering regrets and fears. It is true, you don’t really know when will Death knocks on your door.

I caressed his arm and that was the moment he opened his eyes. "I will kill him," he uttered. "I told you to not go to that party," he exasperated and I bowed my head. "I'm sorry," I muttered softly and I couldn't hold my emotion that I burst into tears. My shoulders were shaking and I was shocked at how fast things happened.

Alright? Brenda acted like a madwoman and held onto Layla's arm tightly. Layla's expression changed into one of horror. She screamed and pushed Brenda away. Brenda seemed to look a little less unhinged as she dropped onto the floor. She covered her mouth and stared into the camera with a blank look in her eyes. It was all over. Clips of the livestream went viral on the Internet. That photo of the sculpture from before was circulated once more. People started commenting and discussing the incident online.

My throat elicits a loud scream, my chest tightening with sorrow, my hands going over my mouth to muffle the continuous screams escaping my lips. “Oh God! No. . .no. . .no. . .wha. . .at have you done?!” No. No. No. It’s my friend. Iris. She’s hanging upside down, her skin ripped apart and darkened as though she was deliberately burnt, her eyes wide open, mouth hanging apart, leaving bare her teeth. She is dead. God, no! Bile rushes to my throat and I let it. I’m hunched over, crying, screaming, screeching, emptying the contents of my stomach. And yet, the silence in the room thickens, this time with more tension.