Tag: terror

Play> Babysitter-Surveillance:DEC12/21:12

Feed cuts in

Fuzzy for a moment

Then snapping into focus

She was bound to the chair

Arms at her sides

Several wires lead from her head

Down

Over

And into a device

Sitting before a man dressed in black

He cleared his throat

In that way one does

When they know

They already have your attention

“Miss Liska are you with us?”

A smile spread over his lips

Slug like and unappealing

She grumbled lowly

Looked up with her eyes

Without moving her head

Eyes glum pools

Despair set in

Resignation

The only thing left to her

She knew what was to come

“Good good

Now let me see here…

You are in charge of…

Personnel intake at Ignis

Well here in the city at least.”

He flipped casually

Methodically

Through a file

Information printed upon

Pale papers

Fabricated from rice most likely

“Your recent interview

Interview ten-thirty-two”

Enunciating his words

With exaggerated elegance

Reminiscent of street thugs

Playing at posh

“You saw a mister…

Novak”

His eyes flicked to her

Scanning

Watching

Eyeing her for a tick

Recognition

He goes back to reading

“Quite the catch

For you

And yours…”

He said with something

Predatory

Biting

Behind his voice

“Why…

He singlehandedly

Decimated Tartarus…”

Slowly he closed the file

“Imagine…

What he could do

If unleashed…

On something…

Someone…

More valuable”

His eyes sharpened then

Stiletto stare

Cutting the distance between them

“Imagine the havoc

The chaos

Someone like that could inflict!”

He tossed the file on the floor

“Imagine how much money

That could cost someone…

And what those people…

Would do…

To him…”

He leaned over the device before him

Practically spitting the words at her

Venom shot through air

“And who they might hire…

To…

Locate such a man”

The smile returned

With some vinegar

Soured and surly

She said nothing

Stoic

Hard

She’d been through worse

It was plain on her face

“… That’s fine

You’ll talk”

He pressed a button

Screen light bouncing off of him

Cerulean effluence

Fingers fluttering over keys

Then a pause

Pregnant and ponderous

Then one last key

Branislava shook

Trembling full body

Eyes rolling back

Lids fluttering

Uncontrollable

Fists clenched hard

He let this go

For a minute

Then casually

Clicked

One more key

Her eyes flew open

Screams

She screamed so loud

Speakers peaking

Eyes filled with terror

Unbridled

Unhinged

She screamed

And screamed

And screamed

“Hey!”

He stood up and walked to her

Snapping fingers

Her head lolled side

To side

Eyes unfocused

He gave her a slap

Hard

Single clap

She gasped and breathed hard

Lungfuls

Sucking in

Exhaling fast

He grasped the sides of her face

“Where

Does

He

Live?”

Her mouth moved

Silent to me

He smiled

Yanking cords out

From external jack

Beneath her skull

“Was that so hard?”

He patted her cheek

“We’ll make it quick…”

I pause the video

Breathing slowly in

Staring at the screen

Stunned into silence

And out

What Lies Within Delver’s Deep

They dared me to go

Down into Delver’s Deep

Where mom always warned against

A set of tunnels that twisted and turned

Curling into the depths

I told them I didn’t want to

That I was scared

And it was dark

But they pushed me

They pushed me in

And I fell

I tumbled

Broken

And battered

I came to rest

So far below

And with not a light all around

The pain was all consuming

Wracking my fragile body

But after a bit

My eyes adjusted

And here on the walls

Grew fungus

Translucent

And effluent

I tried to cry out

But all the sound that I made

Was a miserable and defeated wheeze

Yet

Something heard me

A scuttling in the distance

Above or below

Or even beside

I could not tell

But definitely moving closer

Grandma’s words came

Her warning of this place

“They shut it up for a reason

Things crawl down in there

Things that God’s light never touched

And they’re a terrible sight

Enough to kill a man”

My breathing was ragged

As the sound drew closer

I shut my eyes tight

Taking my grandma’s words

As literal advice

The steps grew faster

Heavy breath coming with

A scrabbling scuttling sound

It rounded whichever corner

And stopped at the sight of me

I whimpered

Eyes shut oh so tight

As it slowly paced closer

I could feel its hot breath

And smell fetid stink

As it leaned over my cowering form

Something thin

And bony

Grasped my ankle

And I was dragged screaming

Into the dark

Flame’s Caress

Bleary eyed buzzing thump

Head a swarm of burbling bugs

Pain recognized shoots across

Tears through brain down my spine

Dark and damp and cold is what I notice

Once the pain plateaus so far above

I crouch and grasp about

For what I don’t know

But some part of me does

A small box rough on a side

I grasp and pull against my chest

Rattling inside little sticks

I smile as I pull one out

Pressing it under thumb

Against strike pad

As I pull it across

My nose notices something important

Something crucial

Acrid and bright

Vaporous and heady

Alcohol

Denatured

And coating all of me

Light and pain is the last I recall

Christmas Gothic

A man in beard and corpulent belly calls for all to sit upon his lap. Tell him your desires. If he deems ye worthy, great fortune… if not…

All over town lights flash and strobe to unheard music. Signs instructing us to listen to the airwaves. We do not. Those few who do drive slow and listless as mindless drones.

Our living rooms are dominated by pine adorned in garish color and light, garland dragging carpet. Somewhere, someone is singing its praises in a language you do not know.

Relatives from all over come to your door. Who are these people? Have you ever met them before? They devour your hard won meals with fervent greed.

Carols at the doors. We dare not open. They call for wassail. Banging and wailing as lost souls. We pretend not to be at home.

It is late. The children sleep. Within their house something creeps. A man in cheap red suit and cotton beard places surprises for those little ones to find. He is prepared if one should awaken. He crunches cookies with a snifter of scotch.

Presents beneath the tree. Children stare on in shock. Who delivered them? When? While they all slept, ignorant and secure.

Parents stare on in dull silence, eyeing children tearing at wrapping like wolves upon a deer. Eyes are sunken and dark. They sip brown brew and silently thank they made it through another year.

Witch’s Crush

Hu Card collection

Flip through idly

What to play

Which to choose

Witch’s Crush peaks out

I

I don’t remember this one

But I do love those others

Devil’s and Alien

So

‘Why not?’

I think and pull it out

With a solid click it sits within

Flip on

CRT buzzes slowly

Quintrix fuzzy but come to life

I hold controller as title appears

Satanic and over done

Compendium Maleficarum-esque

Woods at night

Naked women dancing

A book of names

Blood dipped fingers scrawling

I start

Pinball as expected

Though words spelled out

By drop targets say

Vendere

Animam

Tuam

With practiced ease

All targets hit

Score rises

Higher still

Eventually though

All balls are drained

And up comes the highscore page

Enter my name…

As I do something hurts

My finger

Pricked

And dripping

I feel a tug

And am drawn

Rise to the TV

And press the blood against

My name I spell

And soon

Screen fades

Black stares back

And I hold my breath

What had I done

What had I signed

Why was the blood already gone

TV clear and coming back

Title screen

And the book

My name at the top

Twister Lit Contest

I was just tagged by the Twister Lit Contest hosted by High Tensile UK and found out this morning that I won! The winning tweet is the featured photo for this post~ The goal was to write a complete feeling piece of psychological thriller fiction within one tweet.

As part of this I am going to receive a signed copy of A Ladder to the Sky by John Boyne who is also well known for writing The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.

The other part is that I’ll be featured on their website hightensilelit.com when it goes live on December 9th!

I am so freaking excited!!! If you’ve found me through their website I do hope you enjoy my writing and decide to hang around~

This is the first writing contest I’ve ever won so this is also VERY EXCITING!

XIII

On the horizon you spot it

A gathering darkness

Like so many swarming buzzing corpse flies

The sun died behind it

Yet the sky before you

Still seems a simple sunset

But there

Bulging

Is that blackness

That badness

Quickly growing

Ravenously consuming

Your nails claw at your cheeks

Ragged strips of flesh fall away

A scream

Ragged

Tears from your throat

Your mind fumbles for reason

Some order

Some cause for all of this

But finds none

The walls scream too

And as the world dies

You glimpse behind the encroaching gloom

Something bright

And new

“Chance” Meeting

I cup my simple brew

Warm but I imagine

Quietly to myself

Something oh so warmer

And satisfying too…

As I meet your eyes

Is there a spark?

Do we feel the pull

The draw of fate’s strings?

I smile and give a little wave

You smile too returning wave

Though you waited a moment

I am so eager to know you

I’ve been watching for weeks

But I’m so very nervous

And terribly shy

Yes for weeks that’s right

I do hope I haven’t unnerved you

I have tried ever so hard

To go unnoticed

That is

Until now

Now you see me

Now I smile

You smiled too

Hesitantly

I felt that hesitation

A slight against me

So hurtful and minatory

Oh foul temptress

How could you so toy with my heart?

How cruel you are

And awful too!

You will pay

For hurting me so

I was your only chance

For love and life

A shame

You are so pretty

When you sleep at night

For that is where

I will creep within

And with careful hands

Snuff your life

Bedside Manner

Copper and bile

Head thundering drums

Measure my pulse

Vision awash with color

And a ringing in my ears

What happened

As if in answer

Someone kneels above me

Blocking the bulb above

“I’m sorry”

They speak

Deep voiced

But gentle in tone

Then I feel a burning

A too hot heat

Spreading through my stomach

I lift my head weakly

Making out an arm

Buried in my torso

He retracts quickly

Prize in hand

And devours greedily

Something crimson and vital

Belabored breath follows smacking lips

My vision snaps to as the pain returns

Rows of serrated teeth

Glimmer in the backlight

The head of this thing

Is that of a leech

My brow quirks

As the scream of pain

Is wrenched from my throat

I am so puzzled by the creature

But my body refuses me a moment to reflect

To inspect

The head turns back to my torso

Needle and thread in hand

And makes quick work of restoring me

Sans-organ that he took

Before I lose consciousness again

I hear it whisper

“Yes this should

It should sustain me

Sustain me a day or more…”