Sans Head 소설 & 이야기

Nothing prepared me for the scene I caught as I looked up. My eyes widened in terror at the headless sight of the attendant whose body stood with blood spilling out of her naked neck. Gone was her burning bright rouge hair, gone was her cynical grin, gone was her head, and gone was the power she held over my life mere minutes ago.

Somehow, I control myself, suppressing my lips and then look at both of them. But the next moment, I feel like my head is spinning. I frown and squeeze my eyes shut before opening them and listening to them. They both talk more but as my whole attention is only on my head, I can't hear them. I take a deep breath through my mouth because I feel like saliva is gathering in my mouth. I gulp down my excessive saliva and squeeze on Sanam's hand unconsciously, inhaling deeply. He looks at me with concern in his eyes and I just shake my head, telling him that I am fine while I feel like the world is spinning around me.

before he could finish a horrible pain came to his head "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" than silence...she took her hands off his head and his head lost balance and fell "I see.. so that's your plan huh? than took the hand sanitiser she had in her pocket and disinfected her hands with no expression on her face "I'll have to join the war after all it seems

My skin has grown rough and I have a headache that doesn’t want to go away. I don’t know how I’m still sane because honestly, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. The heavens and the earth are starting to crumble inside my mind and it feels like I’m holding on to my sanity only by a very thin thread. I need to be strong and refocus my brain so many times. There’s a huge responsibility on my shoulders right now and I have to find a way to snap the boys back into reality.

Though I heard a splash of water and Teresa seemed happy from the sound of her laughter. Later they both came out, Jack had only his singlet and boxer on him, while Teresa covered her chest down to her waist with a towel. Jack was searching for something on his phone, he looked too serious. Teresa stared at me bizarrely, she went to meet Jack whose attention was not on her.

Lacey said, pointing at Murgan’s head sitting facing the group in the corner of the room, “Holy f**k THAT is creepy, Rex please move it, it’s looking at us.” “The body has very little, nope, no blood at all, the f**k did you guys do to him?” Raz asked, a little shocked when he kneeled over and inspected the wound on the neck. “That’s the thing, Rex cut his head off, blood went everywhere, he fixed Lacey’s dislocated shoulder, Lizz and I fixed up your head, Rex went for a rest and we rested at the fireplace, you know at the other f**king end of the room to a recently dead headless body, we woke Rex up because he was talking in his vision sleep thing he does and Lizz went to get the cured meat

She raised her hand to run it through her hair, but Hwan Chin-Sun spoke. “Don’t even think about it. I’m just getting to your hair. If you mess it up…” Hwan Chin-Sun did not need to finish the threat. Hae Mina dropped her hand and tried not to laugh. Once Hwan Chin-Sun started, there was no stopping her.

the man said and they both turned back to take a look at him and said. " you wanna know ?" the said with evil grins on their faces. The man charged charged at them but as soon as he was just 5 steps away his head suddenly got severed and his body fell to the floor and skidded the rest of the way his body twitched for a while before stopping. " seriously that's it ? you just die without your heads ? how boring Terry you take care of the rest but leave one alive so I can ask a few questions" Jack said as he shook some blood of his hands and continued sipping his drink .

Apparently, they had trained elsewhere. “Hey sweetheart, how bout we have some fun after all this is over?” one of them snickers, his dark brown eyes roaming me from head to toe. I take an instant dislike towards him. He is tall, lean and sports a shaved head, unlike the rest of the men here who wear their crowning glory with pride. There is also a tattoo of a serpent on his neck.

She couldn't describe the horror she felt right now! The ghost took a swaying step forward. Its body is staggering as it couldn't move in a straight line, and its head is not even in its damn place! Blood spurting out from the severe wound on his neck. The injury looks uneven as if someone intended to decapitate his head but failed in doing a better job on it. His worn-out shirt was soaked in thick, smelly blood. His black jean full of dirt, and he is barefooted. The ghost is juggling its bloodied, detached head while a creepy and wide smile is plastered on his face, celebrating his freedom. This is an odd way to describe, as Thalia saw the ghost dancing happily in her room, splashing his ro