Friday Scary Story, March 20, 2015

3:00 am.

Something happened.

An explosion made my head numb.  The house shook hard.  Then silence.

No cars.
No birds.
Nothing.

I couldn't move for hours.

Then the sound.  A low beating, like marching, started in the distance.  

Now... it's outside my window.

It's like people shuffling their feet along the pavement.  It's mixed with some kind of clicking.

I cracked the curtain, and looked out.

It's people.  They are flowing down the street in a thick mass. Hundreds.  The people that fall, never get up.  They are ground into the pavement from the relentless footsteps, now on top of them. Their blood is turning everything red.

They don't look right.
They don't move right.
The clicking is their teeth.  Their mouths are opening and closing like they are eating, but they're not.

They look dead.

They are gathering under the power lines in the park.  There are thousands.  The lines are humming loudly, and getting louder.

I'm not moving.

Friday Scary Story, January 30, 2015

Blood.

I smell it.

My body is sticky with it.

It's dark.  I can't see anything.

I don't know where I am.  I don't know how I got here.

I'm afraid to move.   When I did, something else moved beside me.  I don't know what it is.

I'm so scared.  I can barely breath.  I make myself, so I don't faint.

What happened?  Where am I?  

There's so much fear in my body, my heart might stop.


Something moved again.  It's under me.


Oh God... What have I done?
Please God... make this stop.  I want to be home.  I want to be home in bed, waking up to go to work. I will never complain again.  God please, let me go home.

I remember...

I remember... I went out.  I met friends.  We went drinking.  Then... black.




I feel a face beside me.  My finger caught in its open mouth.  I felt teeth.

The smell is so strong.

I want to live.