Random Horror Story 3

[I still question these blurbs that will one day come together to make a full novel. Maybe next year]







"Oh. So you're here too huh?" That familiar voice spoke from beyond the wall. "Never thought you'd get caught for your crimes." "Well look what I hear! A prestigious bitch from the depths of Hell! It's nice to see you too." I replied. "Cut the shit mad-man. Are you in here to grab it too?" "Seem to have lost it Carmina? Like you spoke, I was caught. What ever came out of your mouth after was absolute nonsense." "Fine." she snipped, "I'll take your word for it." The silence filled each of our rooms. My head slowly fell back onto the crease of the wall and my eyes descended, glueing together from the lack of rest. My body felt like sleeping; though my mind- however- was a different story. I could hear the door to my cell open with the clinging of keys. My curious eyelids created small slits, watching the door swift open but to my surprise, no one came in. It was as if an apparition had waltzed in. Though I knew it wasnt of the sort- but my very mind. My mind was releasing me from the prison in which my body was slumped in.

 I chuckled, "Come now. That isnt fair." But the I in the room did not listen. Darkness had covered over the doorway, causing my stomach to flutter. Soon the voices filled the room with unearthly noises that I couldnt follow. Now I was fully aware of what was about to happen. A pair of long pale sticky arms swerved out of the doorway. They clutched around my ankles and began reeling me in. My legs attempted to kick them away but they were too strong. And so I lost the battle against I 

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Her ivory colored eyes gaped up at me, filled with strength and passion. "I dont belong here in this place. I'm not one of you all. I was falsely accused." Her voice spoke. My left eyebrow raised up in amusement of her foolish act, "So? That is what you may speak but who knows if what you say is truth or false." "I'm serious." Her face frowned. "Ok, let us say you are serious about what you tell. Why are you asking the help of a mad-man?" "Because they say that you are the smartest." She clutched her pale hands together, "You're the most intelligent out of the Gen-C children." I chuckled, "Gen-C. I am not part of those people. I'm just a schizophrenic serial killer who loves humans little girl."




[this goes hand in hand with the first random horror story I wrote way back whenever]

Lies Beyond Death

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My legs slouched across the slushed(soot and snow) covered pavement. My mind was drifting off and my eyes continued to roll back into my skull unwillingly. I could feel my body move on its own despite my will to want to rest. Sometimes a few cars would speed on by down the dark streets, the backdraft causing me to shiver from the cold weather. I had abandoned everything for drugs. That Lime, I craved ever so much. It became the new drug when this world went to shit and so the soot snowed upon the new world, leaving it in a dark state. A new world brings new things. My eyes attempted to open and look over at my numb arm that was soaked in bruises, needle marks, and scabs. "Its starting to wear off..." I slurred. When did I become so...horrible? My body stopped and I held my head up towards the sky. I felt the soot fall onto my face before fading away.


   Warmth wrapped around my body tightly and so did the muttering voices of a man. "I 'ound er n the ide of the 'reet Boss." A heavily accent man spoke. My head was spinning and my mouth was filled with cotton. I couldnt move my body but my eyes did open. There a man dressed in white was sitting on the edge of this velvet color couch. He was sitting on the edge, with his elbows to his knees and his hands to his face. He eyes glittered in a romantic red that reflected the crisp fire. His hair appeared to be smooth, inching down his face. On his hand was a large tattoo I've never seen before. Though I could make my speculation. He was the Boss of a Horde. "Oh I see you've come too." He spoke to me. My eyes blinked. "427 found you on the side of a road, completely out of it. Too much Lime I suppose from the needle marks and scabs on your body." He chuckled. "Mhm..." I nodded my head. I finally looked down at my body that was covered with a wool blanket. Though for the life of me I couldnt get up. Its the usual effects of being on Lime. "I suggest you dont get up. We're about to hit you with a Rectify." He stood up. As he did, he waved his hand. Signaling to 427 to go get the supplies. "Why?" I mumbled. "What do you mean why? I'm going to use you of course." His dark smile appeared. "N...No wait...Please..." I attempted to shake my head. Is this the end of me? Is this really how I go out? Being used and slaughtered by some Horde? "Dont worry. I'll be gentle." "Boss!" 427 ran up to him, "The Seethers 's een potted n or area!" "Again!?" He growled. His red eyes consumed by flames, "Tell those useless bastards that I will tear them limb from limb if they dont get out there and destroy those Seethers!" "B-But Boss they're more powerful monsters than we are." 427 reluctantly said. "I...I will do it..." I heaved my sorry excuse for a voice out, "I'll kill the Seethers for you."

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The doctor asked me, "Do you hear voices?" He slightly tapped the end of the pen on the white table that we sat at. My eyes looked over at the black recorder that awaited for me to speak. "I use to hear voices." I replied. "Use to?" My answer interested him. "Yes that's correct. I use to hear them. All the time. Whispering their dark words towards me. Especially at night. That's when everything is vibrant and sometimes- I can hear them walk towards me." I smiled, "But I had to stop listening to them." He leaned back in his chair. "How did you stop them?" The words slipped out of his mouth. My tongue gently rolled over the split in my lip, "I had to destroy my mind." His body motion ceased, "What?" "You heard me." A chuckle rang threw my voice. I could hear him swallow and the eerie silence began entering in the room. "Is that the reason why you killed them?" He finally asked. "No." I smirked, "I killed them out of pleasure- doctor. I suppose with a broken mind what I enjoy is different than from what you enjoy. I enjoy mutilating bodies. You may enjoy swimming or perhaps family time. I love the smell of blood and you love the smell of food. See? Not everyone can be as normal as you." The rooms light began to flicker as I pressed my hand up against my chest, "But we both love the same things. And that is humans."