Tag: Bloody

Look Past The Scream

we are not as bad

as we seem

just look past the scream

it might hurt at first

that’s part of the scheme

just close your eyes as

we drain out your bloodstream

and hold still while we sever

your bones and your brain

your fresh little fingers

your toenails and your teeth

you won’t need these anymore

let us have all the gore

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monster

It cracked my bones

It sliced my fingers

It stitched my lips together

It cut open my brain

It chewed on my eyeball

It chipped off my nails

It chewed on my ear

Now, it is feasting on my heart

And I cannot do anything

for I am already dead

my soul stands

over my corpse

watching the monster

devouring my head

 

A Christmas Massacre

My name is Ryan Bedford. I was murdered the day before Christmas Eve.

Now, I know that sounds god awful, and trust me it is, but it’s important for me to explain exactly what happened. So, let us backtrack, shall we?

It was the most dreaded of all days.

A Christmas party and Secret Santa with my loser co-workers.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking: Calm down, take a chill pill, have some Christmas spirit.

Oh, only if you were in my shoes.

You see, when you enter the adult world, you got to suck it up and put on that pathetic, fake smile.

That’s what most people do. That’s what my coworkers do. That’s not what I do.

A little more background info on me: I’m in sales at a Technology company in Texas.

Every God damn day of my life, I wake up, shower, eat a rushed, shitty breakfast and all just to sit down in front of a computer for 8 hours, sometimes up to 10 hours. And on top of that, I listen to other morons complain about just that.

Well, anyways, today is that whole Secret Santa thing, except no one, was assigned a specific person. We all just had to buy a gender-neutral gift. If you ask me, that’s the smartest thing this company has ever done.

So, we were all sitting down by the pathetic, little Christmas tree. No one had even decorated that poor thing. It was just sitting there. It was the least jolly thing in the room­– apart from me.

So, there I was staring at Anna, the know-it-all.

Ashton, the smart hottie.

Jasmine, the anti-social.

Wendy, the I’m- so- nice- to -everybody- but- then- I -stab- them- in- the- back girl.

And then there’s me and Patrick. I guess he’s all right. I suppose he and I are the only normal ones.

Well, we were all sitting around that pathetic, Christmas tree. All the presents had been carelessly dumped under the tree. God, that wrapping paper was hideous. I mean, c’mon, didn’t anybody teach these morons how to wrap a present?

So, Ashton went up first. He opened the present quickly, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

I almost laughed. What an idiot.

There was nothing in there.

“Is this some kind of joke?” asked Ashton.

I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t me though.

“Ryan, only you would do something like this, you shithead,” he continued.

I just rolled my eyes. There was no use in bickering with him.

“Watch the language, guys, keep it professional,” muttered Patrick.

But then my throat began closing in on me.

I almost wanted to puke.

I was staring at the most disgusting thing I had ever laid eyes on.

A bloody tooth between Ashton’s toes.

It must have been fresh because when Ashton picked it up, we noticed it had left a red stain on the carpet.

We all truly lost our shit.

“That’s fucking disgusting!” I yelled.

“Who in their right mind would do this?” asked Anna.

Everyone else was shocked.

Jasmine never once spoke to me, but she managed to turn to me and say, “That’s psychotic.”

“Okay, whatever, let’s move on. Whoever did this is just plain sick. Let us not encourage it,” said Wendy.

It was Jasmine’s turn now.

For the first time, I saw her smile as she picked up the biggest present.

She gave the box a good shake.

“Oooooh, heavy,” she said.

“Just hurry up and open the god damn thing,” said Ashton.

For all his smarts and looks, Ashton was a true asshole. And that’s a lot coming from me. I’m an asshole too.

At this point, we knew something was dead wrong because before Jasmine revealed the gift, our nostrils wanted to close in on us. It wreaked of death.

It was truly the most disgusting smell I had ever encountered.

And she slowly reached to grab it.

I almost collapsed at my feet when I saw it.

She SCREAMED.

It was the bloodiest-looking thing I had ever laid eyes on­–after the fucking tooth, of course.

A human hand.

Oh, we all went batshit crazy.

Then, the lights turned off.

Everyone began screaming.

I ran to the door, only to find it locked.

Shit.

I could barely walk. My throat was closing in on me again and everything was beginning to blur.

I didn’t give in though.

I ran to the emergency exit, but it too had been locked.

“What the hell is going on?” yelled Wendy.

“Something is not right here, said Ashton.

“You don’t say?” I managed.

And then I got my phone so quick to dial 911. It had no signal.

Dammit.

As a matter of fact, no one else could get a signal.

We were all cursed.

Someone or something was fucking with us.

That’s when we heard it come.

It was the loudest thing I ever heard in my life.

Shit, it almost gave me a heart attack.

It was Christmas music.

I knew the song.

But there was nothing jolly about this situation.

The music made everything all the more petrifying.

And it didn’t stop. It just kept going. And going and going.

I wanted to bang my head against the wall so hard and fast just to get that music out of my head.

No, you don’t wish me a Merry Christmas. You wish me a merry death.

Oh, god.

My bones chilled at the song.

Curses dancing to my ears.

I almost had a fit.

But then I saw the Christmas tree burning.

Shit.

I didn’t know if I should have stayed my ass hiding under the desk like the coward that I was or try to put it out.

Then came the alarm.

All the noise was too much to bear.

Something wanted to drive us to insanity.

I could have killed myself right then and there.

But no, I had to fight.

I ran to the tree and took off my shirt to attempt to put it out.

The light of the fire brought my attention to Ashton’s gashed face.

He was lying dead on the floor.

I hadn’t even heard him scream.

Then I saw Wendy come running with a bucket of water and she helped me put down that ferocious fire.

I grabbed her quickly and took her to a corner of the room.

The music was still going.

“Where are the others?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I panicked and I hid in the bathroom, but then I smelled the smoke so I came out. That’s when I saw you,” she said

Then I remembered.  Wendy is that lying son of a bitch who acts like a friend but then stabs you in the back.

Maybe it was her. It must have been her.

Maybe she stabbed Ashton in the face.

She could have quickly cleaned up in the bathroom.

And so, I became a true maniac.

What followed was despicable.

I’m warning you.

I hideously banged her face against the wall.

I don’t even know how I did it. I don’t remember how many times.

I just did.

I left a wretched painting on the wall.

Something along the lines of Pollock.

It was dreadful.

I couldn’t believe it.

I killed Wendy.

What if she had been innocent.

I dropped to my knees.

I puked on that blood-stained wall.

Fuck.

Now it was a true work of art.

And I was responsible.

I was that wretched painter.

I was a killer.

I think I sobbed for hours.

I tried to bring her back to life.

I did CPR and everything.

She lied on the floor, lifeless and pale.

No pulse.

Nothing was left of her.

That was when the lights came back on.

I straightened myself real fast, preparing for anything.

What I saw was absolutely terrifying.

Jasmine and Anna lied on the ground face down.

I knew they were dead. I didn’t even want to check. I didn’t have to check.

I just knew it.

Patrick was the only one missing.

Shit. Maybe he had been killed too.

I had to look for him.

I checked the bathroom. Nothing.

I checked under the desks. Nothing.

I checked every crack and crevice but he was nowhere.

Maybe he had managed to escape. I began to bang on the front door but it was still locked. The security guard must have left hours earlier.

Then I heard something on the ceiling.

First, it was a soft thump.

But then I heard some more.

Faster.

Louder.

THUMP. THUMP THUMP.

I looked up but saw nothing.

And then I heard a scream.

I turned around at lightning speed to find Patrick on the floor.

Apparently, he had been hiding up on the ceiling.

“Is it gone?” he managed.

“I don’t know. Who turned on the lights?” I asked.

“Who the fuck would do that?” he pointed to Wendy on the floor.

“That’s cruel, man,” he said.

I couldn’t admit it.

I was a coward.

I was a killer.

“How did you get up there?”  I asked.

“I don’t know, man. Let’s just find a way out,” he said.

“Everything is locked. We have to wait for the security tomorrow morning,” I replied.

“Did you do this?” he asked as he examined Ashton’s face.

“Are you out of your mind?” I yelled.

“I mean, who would do this?” he said.

“This is insane and I’m not insane. I didn’t do that.” I continued.

Then I paused.

I dropped to my knees.

I told him my darkest secret.

“I killed Wendy,” I finally let it out.

There was a brief moment of silence.

He glared at me with disgust, then a slight smirk came over him.

“You did well,” he said.

“No, I didn’t” I replied.

“I think it was her,” he continued.

Then I watched him cover the bodies with a tablecloth.

“It’s hard to see them like this,” he said.

I need some water.

I watched him go to the fridge and gulp down a cold bottle of water.

He propelled one at me.

Wow, I had never longed for water so much.

My head began to clear.

It was time to sort this all out. For once, I felt alive.

I began piling the bodies in one corner, never to look at them again.

“What if it wasn’t Wendy? I asked.

“It’s got to be. I saw her fiddle with the radio earlier today. She was playing those stupid Christmas CDs. I had to tell her to turn it down,” he said.

“You know how I’m not that into holidays,” he continued.

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” I said.

“Hey, you got a phone? I need to phone the cops,” he asked.

“No service,” I yelled, as I tried to clean my treacherous art from the wall.

It was a constant reminder of what I had become.

A killer.

But there’s got to be some justice, here.

I mean, I killed the killer.

There’s some good in that right?

But things began to go more down south­–more than they already were.

I saw Patrick switch on the television. He sprawled on the sofa.

Then he began cackling.

“Oh man. Have you seen the office? It’s gold,” he said.

“It’s the secret Santa episode. Everyone wants that damn iPod, hope I get one for Christmas,” he said.

I stared at him long and hard.

He didn’t even look back at me.

His normality really startled me.

I don’t know how long I froze there.

His laugh somehow managed to creep under my skin and give me an evil tickle.

But let me tell you, I didn’t laugh.

I wanted to kill him right then and there.

But I kept my calm.

I began to look around for something to hit him with.

I couldn’t charge at him, he was much stronger than I.

It had to be unexpected.

“Hey, you know what. Wendy may have not been the killer. She doesn’t seem the type. You seem like the type,” he said.

Then he turned his head to give me a good look.

“You might be the one who did it all. Why are you the only one not hurt?” he asked.

He got up from the couch and switched off the tv.

I was trembling.

He walked to the kitchen to get another bottle of water.

I watched him come out with a large grimace.

“No, it couldn’t be you,” he said.

“Of course, it wasn’t. See, now you’ve got your senses,” I said.

“It couldn’t have been you. Because it was me,” he said

“What?” I asked.

Though I acted surprised, I knew it was him. I just had to keep my cool.

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, Ryan. Not now anyway,” he said.

But I couldn’t keep my cool anymore. This bastard deserved to die.

I charged at him so fast. But he twisted my arm and then my leg. I don’t even know how he did it.

My bone was crawling out from my flesh!

I watched him reach for his pocket and take out the office keys. He dangled them in front of me.

He knelt down and came close to my ear and whispered the last words I would ever hear.

“I poisoned your water. Merry Christmas, Ryan,” he said.

Then he turned off the lights and switched on the radio.

Again, came that stupid Christmas song.

I watched him dance to the door. I tried to follow but I wasn’t fast enough. He shut the door quickly against my face, and then I saw that grimace for that last time.

His face would be the last I would see.

Everything after that came in a blur.

I managed to write this all down in a paper before my departure but who knows if anyone found it. I really hope so.

The lesson of it all: Don’t trust anyone, not even on the holidays. You may think someone’s normal, but you don’t know what’s in that mind of theirs.

And so there I was lying on the floor.

And for some odd reason, I found myself hopelessly singing along to those wretched Christmas lyrics as life slipped away.

 

The Thing

Today she woke feeling very strange and uglier than usual.

She has always been troubled by the way her body looks.

And those extra pounds didn’t help her self-image.

Bigger calves, bigger hips, bigger belly.

One important thing to note is that she missed her period.

It has been two weeks now and her belly grows quicker and quicker.

She can’t recall whether she had unprotected sex.

She’s not ready to be a responsible adult, let alone a mom. Hell, she can’t even take care of herself.

Deep inside her belly something moved.

She placed her hand on her stomach and couldn’t help but smile.

“It just feels wonderful,” she told her mother.

Her mother fully supported her.

She’s that kind of mom that stands behind her kids no matter what they’ve done. That’s the kind of mom every kid needs these days.

Things took a really odd turn when her ex, Billy was sure they hadn’t had sex that Saturday night.

“We haven’t had sex since the last time we were together. That was a year ago.”

Fucking asshole, she thought.

If he doesn’t want to admit it, that’s fine. I don’t need him.

But things got ever more stranger when no baby had been detected in the ultrasound.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” said the doctor.

“I know I’m not just fat. I’m pregnant,” she said.

She placed his hand firmly on her belly

“Something really moves inside. I’m not crazy. Don’t you feel that?”

Now she lied before the doctor in the delivery room.

It was hurting her, really bad.

Whatever it was didn’t want to come out…

“TAKE IT OUT,” she growled as if possessed.

She lied there for hours screaming like a maniac. 

So she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Without a second thought, she shoved her right hand straight inside–deep inside.

She couldn’t reach it.

She couldn’t find it.

After taking out her hand, she stared at her bloody finger.

“Shit,” she cried.

The doctor trembled in the corner. Had he been a ghost, he would have passed through the walls into the other room.

“Get over here, you!”

She pointed at him with that ugly bloody finger.

“You’re getting this out of me.”

Then she began shaking.

Her eyes turned white, her arms and legs extending.

A bloody waterfall came flowing out of her mouth.

That little thing was climbing its way upwards…

It wanted to come out of her mouth!

She vomited puddle after puddle of blood onto her hands.

And it sounded like she was choking.

But eventually it crawled out of her mouth.

What a hideous thing!

A green, slimy little….

Alien????

It enlarged ever so fast becoming something else…

Morphing into…

a human?

Then out the door it ran.

They hurried into the hallway but found it entirely empty.

It was as if nothing at all had happened.

The alien disguised as a human being had vanished.

Who would have ever known.

All this time they had been living among us!

Waiting in Line

Shackled I am as I tread in line.

Everyone gathers around.

Every cursed step I take amuses them.

Deep inside, my veins run cold.

My heart aches.

My soul screams; it might as well jump from out my body.

Hyenas, they are with that collective, strange cackle.

I am that little antelope.

The man that stands in front of me trips over his steps, sending an antsy wave that almost disrupts my balance.

But I know better than to fall.

He, however, doesn’t.

They straightened him alright and real fast.

eyes bruised

lips cut

blood gushing

I don’t know what more is of him…

Yet, still he stands.

And now we have reached the destination.

A rock sits at the center, like a bed.

It is painted red.

No, that’s got to be blood.

It’s not the color that gave it away though. It was that rancid smell.

Swiftly they fasten him to the rock.

First his red-stained arms; next his trembling legs.

He didn’t even put up a fight.

How he welcomed that wretched death with open arms!

The rock rises. I watch him ascend, blocking the only thing natural of this whole situation–the sun.

The men raise him higher, for they wanted the sacrifice perfectly lit before their eyes.

That was when a nasty bloody drop encroached on my forehead.

And then came some more.

He was bleeding out but the game had not even started.

“Men, we must hurry. Remember, the black medal goes to the man with the heart.”

The men stood in line with their bow and arrows, the devil sitting on their shoulders.

The first man prepared his bow. Before he shot, he glanced back at me with a grimace.

And I watched his bow find the target.

I shut my eyes, but terror did not escape my ears.

POP!

I opened them and saw an eyeball soaring through the air, coming straight at me!

All the men chuckled.

The oldest of them grew irritated.

“Listen here, boys. Enough of these little games and aim for the damn heart!”

For once, silence came.

Then came the second of them.

I shut my eyes. All I heard was that loathsome POP!

“We got a winner!”

I opened them and watched the old man hold the heart like a trophy.

The rest of them unfastened the body and propelled it into the icy river and watched it float away.

“Bring the next!”

Never in my life had I heard such terrifying words.

I put up a good fight though it was useless.

And now I ascend up the sky.

 

Your Darkest Secret–yet

What is it that you hide under your nonchalant expression?

Why are your hands with a tint of maroon?

And those eyes, it looks likes you haven’t slept for days, hell, even years.

What have you been hiding in your basement?

The neighbors listen intently to the desperate screams spilling into the night.

But when the cops show up, all you say is  it’s a misunderstanding.

You jerk around the room with paranoia.

What is it that you’ve done?

And you glance out the window searching for forgiveness.

But it’s not there; it left a long time ago.

Frustrated, you go back into the basement to face that abominable secret you’ve been keeping to yourself.

A little boy lies on the floor, almost cradling like a crescent moon.

And if it wasn’t for all that blood you might have mistaken that for a young boy’s nap. 

But then it all sinks in.

You killed him and despite little regret, you would do it all over again.

Heart

She has a big heart.
Tremendously big. It really is an odd thing.
But it’s because she does the right thing.
She does what is necessary for her survival.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
She gobbles one up and hers grows twice as big.
And that’s just how it works.
I’m talking about hearts here.
Do you get the picture? No?
Her heart feeds off of other hearts.
Hearts of all kinds.
The darkest ones she prefers.
But she wouldn’t mind the smaller ones.
Mmmmm… so tender.
She likes black hearts.
Red hearts.
Blue hearts.
Broken hearts
Happy hearts
She doesn’t discriminate.
I mean, how could she? She has such a big heart.