Tag: Horror

Screwdriver

“Tell me, Mr. Hudson. What goes on in that thick skull of yours? You seem to the be type of person who lets their mind wander about all day and night. Or, perhaps you just do that to help you forget the worries and stressful nature of your daily life.”

Ezekial kept up his casual, back and forth pacing in the darkened room. Even with just a single, low-hanging light bulb in the center of the room, he could catch the glimmering of the various tools scattered along the ground. He picked up a small hammer, eyeing the light layer of rust on the top of the claw – the part that helps take out nails, “This could be useful. I should go through all my options first.”

Without looking behind him, Ezekial lobbed the rusty hammer over his shoulder. Before hearing the sound of crashing metal, the screaming of a man came from behind him. Ezekial’s skin hardened full of goosebumps as the man continued screaming for a bit longer; sobs and pleading started replacing the scream.

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?”

Ezekial came to a sudden halt, “‘What have I ever done to you?’ You really don’t know why I brought you here? Are you that fucking dense?”

With his face buried in his hands, Ezekial took a moment to to breath, about to let out a scream of his own, but the only thing that came out was a loud, exhausted sigh. Part of him couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of this man’s mouth. It just made him more angry, wanting to put all of this behind him. However, Ezekial didn’t want to just finish his current job; he wanted to relish and enjoy the sight a bit longer before bringing it all to an end. He looked down in front of him and saw a broken screwdriver, the head of it gone, leaving a razor-edge point in place.

Ezekial juggled the screwdriver in his hand as he turned to face the man. Placed under the light bulb in the center of the room sat a wounded man, chained and bound by his wrists, ankles and chest. Gashes and bruises mark the marked the man’s entire body, blood tricked down and formed a small pool around his feet. Chunks of his grey hair are gone, like somebody has been dragging him by the scalp.

The man could barely keep his head up to look at Ezekial. His strength reserves were near its end, and he wanted to try and use whatever he had left to try and survive the torture he was expecting to happen.

Seeing the injured man put a strange gurgling sensation in the center of Ezekial’s stomach. It was a very familiar sensation he’s come to recognize after years and years of giving into his hobby. He’s managed to see a bunch of the people who he’s had conflict with in the past and managed to find closure. Today was no different.

He crept up to Nathan, the man bound to the chair. With his free hand, Ezekial grabbed him by a clump of his hair and forced him to look up. Seeing Nathan’s bulky neck, the broken screwdriver pressed against his windpipe, just moments away from piercing straight through it with enough force.

“Nathan Hudson. Born in September of 1972. Graduated top of his class in high school and got a full scholarship to Uni of Nevada. You had it all.”

“How do you know all of this about me…?”

Ezekial’s face was covered in a frown full of hate, “I have my sources. But don’t fret. You won’t be missed.”

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— via Daily Prompt: Fret

Coroner’s Opinion

“What do you think happened here, Boss?”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure myself. I’ve never seen anything like this before. And on top of that, the evidence found at the crime scene isn’t even giving us some kind of clue as to what could do harm like this.”

“Edged weapons could easily do cuts and slashes like this though.”

“These kind of slashes are too clean–there’s no way somebody could have tore through skin and bone so easily. Besides, the cut isn’t the only thing I’m worried about.”

“You’re talking about the strange, green liquid around the edge of where the limb was cut?”

“Yeah. It would be easy enough to say that it’s just splash splatter from something breaking, but the fact that it’s around the injury, it makes me wonder if the edged weapon was laced with something. I mean, look at it: it’s fucking glowing on a cold corpse. There’s no way this is something naturally occurring.”

“We’ll just have to wait until the fluid samples come back then, Boss.”

“In my twenty years of working as a coroner, I’ve seen countless kinds of cases where somebody was slashed to death. All of them were easily identifiable based on the depth of the stab wound and the puncture site itself. But to see an entire limb cut clean off and see a strange ring around it, I honestly can’t figure this out. I almost want to say that whatever did it isn’t even human.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is, we may not be dealing with a murder, but a hunter-prey thing.”

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— via Daily Prompt: Luminescent

Wine-Made-Molotov

Nobody likes a person who’s always thinking that the world revolves around them, that everything they do is the real-life version of perfection. They’ll always try to convince others that they’re the one who’s wrong and will fight just to prove a false point.

However, there are certain people who have no good proof that they’re even usable or reliable. Their constant mistakes only drag on and make certain things more difficult than it should be. And the person would even continue and try to say that they can do wrong.

When faced with the wrong person, the perfectionist will be faced with the result of their self-centered ego.

Something like that doesn’t take priority at the moment. Somebody else can take care of it.

The sounds of papers shuffling echos at the end of the aisle as he carefully turns around to avoid hitting the wine bottles organized on the wall rack. The bright ceiling light illuminates the thick, bushy facial hair hanging from the bottom of his chin.

Every time I see this mother fucker, I just wanna punch him straight in the face.

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Monster Madness – Youngster by the Dumpster

Happy March Monster Madness, everybody! I hope your March has been going well.

I kept my promise and will be posting mostly monster related stories throughout the month of March. And even though this is just the first one, I still have enough time to pump out some more stories for your hungry eyes!

To kick off our Monster Madness, I decided to keep it a bit simple. Our story involves a high school girl heading home, when she decides to take a shortcut through a dark alleyway. That’s usually never a good sign.

What do you think is going to happen? Well, continue reading Youngster by the Dumpster to find out!

Enjoy!

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Playing with the Dead

May the passed rest in peace. Thy has no right to disturb those from their eternal slumber. Restless souls will rise up and roam through the gates of purgatory and seek vengeance on who desecrated their resting place.  

One’s intentions may be pure and without malicious intent. However, that would make one look like a fool in the eyes of the dead. 

“Conjuring up spirits isn’t something we shouldn’t even be thinking about!”

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Wine Shop of Horror

The daily life of a stock clerk may seem simple, but having to deal with obnoxious customers can easily wear down a person’s willingness to be the best employee.

In reality, one person won’t always know everything about what they sell, especially if it’s a rather large area that covers multiple regions and areas. In this example, one man doesn’t realize just what kind of person he’s dealing with.

Due to such, he ends up in a dire situation that easily could have been avoided.

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

“That wasn’t a threat. It was a warning.”

I tried to call out for help, but nobody ever arrived.

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Spooktober – Drive-by Slasher

Afternoon, everybody! Spooktober is ALMOST over, but I managed to squeeze in a little quick thing I wanted to put out for you guys to read. To be a bit honest, I had an idea that I wanted to work with, but it kinda derailed halfway through. Nonetheless, it’s still worth the read. May come back to it later in the future.

Without further delay, here’s “Drive-by Slasher.”

When you’re a young, single man who has his own bachelor pad, most of the time you’ll just want to enjoy your life before settling down for a bit. Having a nice job to help keep you financially able to do these things is always a plus. Stylish cars, fancy clothes, and an appetite for fun comes with the lifestyle.

However, suddenly realizing that you’re missing limbs after going grocery shopping doesn’t fit into that lifestyle.  

“My… My foot… What happened to my foot? It’s gone!”

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Spooktober – Hand of Darkness (Part Two)

Hello, all! How has it been for you so far this month? Have you been spooked out of your boots? Have you seen any ghosts flying around? Have your bones been rattling? If not, there’s still two weeks to go, so give it some time! As for now, let’s continue Spooktober with the finale of “Hand of Darkness.” In case you missed Hand of Darkness – Part One, give it a read. Enjoy!

Chain and bondage have always been used as the simple and effective way of torture. It forces the victim to be bound to one place, often bound by multiple parts of their bodies. Unable to move or protect themselves, the victim is forced to endure and live through whatever events they have to witness. Sometimes the victim themselves are enduring the pain. Other times, they could be forced to watch somebody else suffer. Regardless of the method, the cold, metal restraints will be a long-lasting sensation on their skin. 

Should they be able to survive the ordeal and escape.

The woman in the shadows continues to torture the woman in chains, and now has the pleasure of having a new victim to play with. Will either of them be able to endure it long enough to be let free, or will their will to live shatter and beg for sweet release?

He looks down and sees a pair of colorless, slender hands wrapped around his ankles, violet painted nails ready to pierce through. “W-What the hell? How did these manage to grab me? And how are they coming out of the ground?”

“Look up at him.”

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Spooktober – 50ccs of Red

Hello, everybody! I’m so sorry this one’s a few days late. But don’t worry, I didn’t forget my promise to have at least one new horror related story every week. To make up for some lost time, this one’s a bit longer than usual. Taking place in your usual hospital, a patient’s currently being seen to a doctor. Having some bodily issues recently, he’s hoping the doctor is able to provide some kind of solution for him. too bad for him, he doesn’t realize that the doctor is more than just a pretty face. Here’s “50ccs of Red!”

The hospital is a place where the sick and ill come in order to help ease their pain and find solutions for their problems. Some come for minor issues, while some are life-threatening and need full attention from specialists in certain medical fields. Patient’s are suppose to feel like they can trust their doctor to help them get better. Not feel like they’re being used for something else.

In this one hospital, many of the doctors don’t exactly seem like they’re helping others because they care about the well-being of people. Instead, it’s more like there’s an underlining motive for helping patients. However, the doctors are too smart to talk about that in front of the general public.

With a warm smile and blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, the young man calls out to the doctor, “Hey, Becky. Got a long night, huh?”

“I promised to help look over a few others for Enrique until he comes in around six.”

“So, he willing to swap blood just to have some pretty girl to look at? That doesn’t sound like a good trade to me.”

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Spooktober – Hand of Darkness (Part One)

Happy Spooktober! It’s that time of the year where Halloween is just a few days away! To celebrate this ghastly month, I’ve decided to post a new horror-themed story every were. And now, here’s the first one – “Hand of Darkness – Part One.” Enjoy!

Chain and bondage have always been used as the simple and effective way of torture. It forces the victim to be bound to one place, often bound by multiple parts of their bodies. Unable to move or protect themselves, the victim is forced to endure and live through whatever events they have to witness. Sometimes the victim themselves are enduring the pain. Other times, they could be forced to watch somebody else suffer. Regardless of the method, the cold, metal restraints will be a long-lasting sensation on their skin. 

Should they be able to survive the ordeal and escape. 

“Please, somebody help me!”

The woman in the shadows let out a small sigh, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, “Really? What good would calling out for help do for you?”

For just a brief moment, the chained woman manages to lift her head up to see who walked into the alley. Seeing a bright light appearing in front of her, the woman notices the approaching police officer, in his dark blue uniform and badge proudly on display on his uniform shirt. When he shines his light towards the back of the alley, he breaks into a panic and runs down the alleyway.

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Spooktober Has Arrived!

It’s that time of the year where everything gets darker, ghouls and goblins begin to roam the planet, and ghosts come back to give us a fright. That’s right, everyone, it’s October! Many of us are also excited for Inktober, where people draw something new every day for the month. To be honest, if I could draw, I’d join in on the fun, but I can’t do anything better than stick figures and curvy lines. However, I figured I’d do something related to it. 

Instead of drawing something every day, I’ll be posting a spooky or scary story every week for the entire month! Although I’m not the best when it comes to scaring people with words, I’ll try my best to at least freak people out when they read about people getting their guts ripped to shreds by an unknown demon in the shadows, a floating skull with the power to take over the bodies of the living, or simply a goblin who steals your limbs while you’re asleep. 

Regardless, I look forward to this year’s Spooktober! I’ll try my best! If you have a request for something scary you’d want to see written, feel free to drop me an email, which you’ll find at the Contact Luka page. Or if you’re more social, feel free to shoot me a Tweet on Twitter. 

Happy Spooktober, everybody!

Pay with Your Blood

Mythology and creatures tend to be told through storybooks and texts that claim to have proof and documentation of their existence. Multiple accounts claim they’ve witnessed a creature, but they all have different descriptions of it. Simply reading a text isn’t enough to prove their existence.

For one man, actually having the creature physically in front of them was all the proof he needed. However, seeing such a fragile creature made him too ambitious, wanting to claim the creature.

This mistake would lead to his demise.

Even with a bloody instrument used to cut through flesh and skin aimed at her the woman didn’t flinch; she continued to stay silent and unmoved.

“I just had to be threatening to you. Looks like you’ll be easier to control than I thought. Let’s see just how obedient you’ll be.”

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