Boom

This is up a little bit late, it was meant for the end of October but I only finished it recently and decided to post it. Enjoy!

 

I have many enemies, but I never thought it would come to this. All the things that I’ve done to those people, for no reason, they hadn’t done anything to me. My many clients told me that they had done awful things. Some of my clientele lied to make me punish their targets worse, I can always tell when people are lying. If they wanted me to do something I normally don’t I charge extra. I was never caught, and for the longest time I thought my job had no consequences. How very wrong I was, it is taking its toll on me.

The man had kidnapped me while I was walking down an alley in the afternoon, the sun had started to turn a bright yellowy orange. My converse were quiet against the concrete, it had rained so there were small splashes when I stepped. The air still smelled like rain. It felt good to breathe it in, this town needed some rain. I was halfway between the brick buildings when I felt someone watching me, he wasted no time in snatching me up and pulling me back into the shadows. I tried to fight back, but my small body was no match. I heard the clink if metal and turned my head enough to see his dog tags hanging around his neck, army I thought silently. I saved my breath and didn’t bother screaming, he had his large muscular hand over the bottom portion of my face. At least he’s letting me breathe. I fought his grip as much as I could for the better part of what I assumed to be about 15 minutes, then I gave up.

“You killed my wife, I was in Afghanistan.” He said harshly in a deep and angry voice. One of my clients had mentioned a target’s husband being stationed in Afghanistan. They failed to mention that he could find me, I should have been more careful. He continued, “My newborn is missing, you’re going to tell me where he is.” Newborn? The client never mentioned a newborn, and there wasn’t a newborn in the house when I was fulfilling my client’s orders. “His mother was dead, and he was alone.” I furrowed my brow, and he must have noticed. His face contorted with anger. “That’s why you took him, and hid him somewhere. You’re a thief and a murderer!” he tightened his grip on my shoulders, making me wince in pain. He zip-tied my hands behind my back and pushed me along in front of him, forcing me to walk. “Quiet or I’ll snap your neck.” I obeyed and he walked me to his car. It was a beat up old Honda that I didn’t know the name of. He closed the door and got into the driver’s seat, I wasn’t nervous until now. This guy knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid of the consequences. I started to sweat in fear of what might happen to me, there was no escape.

 

We drove for a while, there were no clocks so I had no way of telling time other than the sun on the road. The sunset was a bright red, and the clouds were in a beautiful swirl pattern. I enjoyed the sunset as much as possible, somehow I knew it was my last. We arrived at a metal warehouse in the middle of the desert soon after. He got me out of the car and walked me into the large metal building, the door was metal as well. The large metal structure was dark, there weren’t any visible windows from where we walked in. there was a large wall that divided the room into two, it only went to about halfway in between the walls and the other half was open to the rest of the warehouse. We walked in and behind the wall there was one small window next to a single chair with rope and a green duffle bag on the floor, the window faced into the forest that lay behind the warehouse. It was dark and a light breeze was making the tall pine trees sway gently.

He pushed me into the chair and tied me to it so I couldn’t move. “Look,” I paused as he looked over to me while unzipping the duffle. “I don’t have your son, he wasn’t even in the house when I was there… there weren’t any things for a baby either, no crib, no toys or a room for him. He was gone before I got there.” I waited for an answer but he was silent as he pulled a large object out of the bag, I couldn’t see what it was because of the immense darkness engulfing the rest of the warehouse. His phone rang and he stood up, he walked back out the door and I heard muffled speech. I couldn’t make out what he was saying and pulled on the rope that held me in my chair. It was no use, I was going to die here. He walked back in the door and I decided to try again. “Please let me help you find him, I know how to find people. Please let me go so that I can help!” I pleaded, my eyes widened as he turned to me with the mysterious object in hand. “ I know you don’t have him, my buddy got him out of there before you could get to him. But that still leaves us with one more problem. You killed my wife.”

He walked behind me and started to attach the mechanism to my chair and I heard quiet beeps. He stood up and walked to the duffle bag, he zipped it and picked it up and turned to me. “I just strapped a bomb to your chair, I made it myself. It’s a pretty nasty one, you won’t survive I made sure of that. And you should feel the shrapnel pierce your skin and organs before you die. It will go off soon so I’m going to get out of here.” Then he turned and started walking toward the door. “ Wait, please! I can help! I’ll tell you who payed me to kill her! Please let me go!” he payed no attention to me and left. I struggled against the rope for the next few minutes, it didn’t budge. I started crying, this was the end. After all this fighting I was going to die.

A few more minutes passed by and the beeping stopped… I froze, I didn’t move or breathe. The beeping was fast and then it was over. The bomb was loud, and he was right. I felt the shrapnel pierce through my skull and into my brain. Then I was scattered across the floor in a charred bloody mess, the warehouse was exploded as well. He chose his location well, nobody heard. No one drove by, in fact nobody ever found my body, or what was left of it. My story wasn’t particularly interesting, but for some it might be. I died so young. I was soon forgotten by everyone who ever knew me, and with that I didn’t exist anymore. Well, at least I went out with a bang, right?

Original Work by P.H.

Turkey Day

Thanksgiving 1997, as usual the Stevinson family was preparing dinner for later that night. Although it was not much, Mr. Stevinson had lost his job and his oldest child was still only 7 years old. Their mother had just gotten out of rehabilitation, she was an addict but she had recovered at the center for a few months before coming home to be a mother again. She hadn’t thought it would be so hard to be a housewife after all she had been though, it was so mundane compared to her old life.

The Stevinsons had decided that the children were in the way, this meal was made very special. It was just for the children, the turkey had shards of glass. The mashed potatoes were laced with ricin, a very fatal amount as well. They sat around the dining room table and called the kids downstairs, Mrs. Stevinson had been cooking for hours and Mr. Stevinson had prepared the shed for the aftermath. The children rustled and ran down the stairs with excitement, little did they know their demise would meet them very soon.

The children ran downstairs with excitement, turned to the kitchen, and sat in their places at the table for what would be their last time. Their parents smiled, Mr. Stevinson said prayer and wished them all a good meal and a safe trip. The children didn’t know what he was talking about but they assumed it was for their vacation in a few weeks, though what he really meant was a safe trip to heaven. He said dig in and they did, their parents smiled as they started to eat their last meal. The oldest was choking on the turkey with the shards of glass slicing his throat. The youngest was turning blue and going into convulsions on the floor. Their parents smiled at each other and said their goodbyes to the kids, and then they were gone.

Nobody really knows what happened to the Stevinson children, some say their parents cooked and ate them before fleeing the state and starting a new life, others say their father chopped them up and threw the chunks in the river. The bodies were never found, but their vengeful spirits walk the globe in search of revenge. No matter how far they run, they will be found and killed by the children they murdered. Maybe they already were. And after they get revenge, who knows who will be next.

Original work by P.H.

Monster in my Mind

It only comes out at the worst times, it has many different forms. Every last one of them terrifying. It knows all of your darkest secrets. Nothing is sacred, every vile thing it can do to you is fair game. The paranoia, the anxiety, the depressing truth of the world is all revealed by this creature. It claws at your soul, shoots your hopes down with every bit of ammunition it can muster. You’re left helpless in the demonic tornado of hate.

You beg it to stop and it just laughs in your face. It only exists for one specific purpose: to ruin you. It spends every second tearing at your brain, slicing it up and mixing everything around. It jumbles your memories, makes you confused, and scared. Nothing you can do will stop it. 

The darkness closes in slowly, day by day it inches its way in. Digging deep into your soul, until every last speck of light is gone. The light at the end of the tunnel gets dimmer, and eventually its gone. Anything you try is useless and you feel distant, like you’re outside of yourself. Then that’s the end. Everything fades away until there is none of you left for it to destroy. It feeds off of you, and when it dies… you die with it.

Save Her.

I found her rotten corpse alone, beaten, and bruised. Just lying there. She was so cold and lifeless in life, she was no different in death. I could have saved her. I should have saved her. What could a mortal have done about them? Nothing, that's what. They are just too powerful. I cradled her empty vessel in my arms, her skin soft. I wept into her hair. My tears fell onto her and disappeared.

That beautiful girl that I once knew was dead. She was gone forever, I'd never see her laugh or smile. She will never weep to me and whisper little things to me. I'll never feel her warm embrace. She will be buried, or cremated. Unreachable for the rest of eternity. I cried until I couldn't anymore but it was no use. It was too late... I was gone.

I couldn't take it anymore, all that pain, all that sorrow. I lost everything. The abuse and bullying pushed me over the edge. I grabbed that ugly old pistol and pressed it to my temple. The click of the barrel turning gave me comfort. I pulled the trigger and it went dark.

 It was cold, and I couldn't see anything but dark. The light came in slow, but it was the brightest light I had ever seen. They told me it isn't worth it, they said life is a gift. They told me to live, it was too late.

 Then, I was home. I ran upstairs to my room, but my footsteps made no noise. I ran straight through my father as he was walking through the hall. He didn't see me. I screamed at him and begun crying, he didn't hear me. I ran to my room and saw her, lying there. It was... Me. But it wasn't me. Not anymore. She was the old me. The one who lived her life in the dark, she doomed herself to spend eternity in the dark as well. I could have saved her. I could have saved..... Myself. 

Original work by P.H.

The end

They picked up the large knives one by one, then turned to face me lying there almost unconscious. They had beaten me for weeks now and I don't remember anything past that. Small pieces of memories come back to me but are soon beaten out again by them and their metal rods. This was the end. They were standing over me, their smiles stretched from ear to ear. Their faces horribly ugly and mangled beyond recognition. They lifted their knives at an agonizingly slow pace. 

They were all I knew. The first thing I remember was that they had pinned me down and "treated" me with electro-shock therapy. I don't know why. I'm not crazy... At least I don't think. I don't remember. I think that they did it before, many times. They had zapped the memories out of my head in a painful surge of electricity.

My breathing increased as their hands stopped, they were about to use the knives for something horrible. They looked to their leader who was watching from an odd looking throne across the room. She nodded and their grins widened more, some of their cheeks tore open and dripped blood onto my face and arms. They looked at me and in an uncomfortably synchronized motion sliced away at my skin. It hurt. All of those rusty knives plunging into my soft, tender flesh. 

I wanted to scream. More than anything I wanted to. But I couldn't. They had just zapped my mind away before bringing me here. The synapses in my brain were still trying to connect but just couldn't do it. I was helpless, scared, and alone. The pain was overwhelming and I passed out. I dreamt of the electric pulses coursing through my veins. Then nothing. 

There was nothing. The world was empty, so empty it felt like the darkness would swallow me whole. Soon after, it did. I disappeared into the darkness. After all this fighting, this was the end. This was what my life chalked up to. The last thing, my last thought was their hideous faces looking at me. Disgusting and disfigured. 

Original work by P.H.

Control

Some people say everything in life happens because somebody made it happen, others say everything just happens by chance. I'm here to tell you that the only reason anything happens is because of what resides just out of sight. They control all. They watch and wait, sometimes forever for anything small. Anything they can do to make you miserable. Their purpose is to push you to the edge and make you either go insane, or kill yourself to avoid it. If you take it upon yourself to end your suffering, you become one of them. It's true what they say, you either die young, or live long enough to become as evil as them.

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The Dark

The dark.

You may not fear the dark, thinking that there isn’t anything there. If that is you, enjoy your blissful ignorance and stop reading now. If you fear the dark and you spend many nights with the lights on, let this be a warning to you. I have seen the beings behind the curtain of darkness, and they are extremely jeopardous. If you are ever misfortunate enough to cross paths with them, never look into their eyes. The eyes are the windows into the soul. They will see your most amazing dreams, and your worst nightmares. They will use this to their advantage, and they will show no mercy no matter how good or pure of a person you are. 

Those beings are from beyond the veil of our existence. They have talked with our ancestors and learned our weaknesses, and our strengths. They know the secrets of unlocking the human brain and all of its deepest secrets, they know how to tear us apart from the inside. They can’t feel remorse, or sadness, nor happiness. They are numb. They will make the worst physical pain you’ve ever felt seem like nothing, and your best memory feel like it never happened. They will ruin even the deepest parts of your mind that you never even knew existed, everything you ever knew will be erased and in its place will be complete hell. 

Nothing you have ever experienced will compare to anything they will do to you. First they will take over your mind, making you loathe every second of your existence. Making you wish that you were dead, racking your brain with excruciatingly painful thoughts. Creating for you, your own personal hell. Right when  you think you have nothing left for them to take, they will start to torture you. They will start by ripping your skin off in patches. Then using their long, dirty nails along the bleeding, and exposed flesh. Digging them into the bloody and bare strings of muscle that have been uncovered. 

After you have no skin left to tear, they will rip each limb apart from the joints. Segment by segment. They will do this as slowly as possible so that the pain is unbearable. You will be unable to lose consciousness because they will continue to have a grip on your mind, making you feel everything amplified more than ever. They will pin you to a table with large skewers, like a frog that’s being dissected. A large mechanism drops from the ceiling and a laser shoots out and slices open your abdomen, leaving your internal organs exposed.

They will use their long claws to pick through them and puncture them, sending strange fluids all over you and the table. Over and over again they will do this. More pain flooding through your system each time. After a while your vocal chords will give out and your screams will stop, but the pain only gets worse. You are helpless in their grasps, unable to move or speak. Alone in your pain. Your mind will stop and the only thing you are is pain. 

They will then drop you back in your house. Where they found you and abducted you. Your body will be completely restored as if nothing happened. They know that nobody will believe you. Who will believe that you were stolen by the creatures in the dark, and dissected like a middle school science project? You will suffer in silence by yourself, not a friend in the world. You will be ostracized by everyone, put in a mental hospital and left to rot. And they will watch you and love every minute of it. 

That’s where your story will end. You will be alone, enduring the hell of your mind. Every time you see the dark, you see them. Laughing at your pain, while you’re left crying. Fear the dark, it is the worst thing that can get you. It’s also the most inescapable. Don’t get caught by the dark, you will never truly escape.

Original work by P.H.