For Bart - Halloween Story #1 (693 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.5 on 8 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by GoingBlue (View user info) at 2003-10-30 03:25:48 EST
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Padh.
Padh.
Plop.
Plop.
Piercing the silence were the steady sounds of a liquid hitting the floorboards. Like a metronome they hit, regular, spaced. Incessant.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
The liquid was thick and the deeper the pool, the more the sound changed. It was congealing, gelatinous, organic.
Had I caused that? Yes, but I knew that.
Through the silence and dripping, I began to hear my breath again. My vision focussed and I knew I was short of breath, gasping. My hand clenched the warm steel, twisting the handle nervously. Is it over?
I walked around it, my left hand brushing the wall to guide me in the near darkness. I knew my dining room well, but I was scared, heart racing, blood cold. I was in shock. This thing had eaten the power leading to my house. Its strength was obvious as the lights from the streets were shy in passing through the window, the curtains and onto its muscular back. I walked around this thing on my dining room table, calming myself and reassuring myself it's over. It's over.
Each step showed me more of what it was. Skin like a human, but distressed, scaly. Some hair. It wasn't moving, but it didn't seem still.
Without taking my eyes off it, I moved around to the small table.
I grabbed the phone and dialed 000. They answered immediately, noisily. "Hello, emergency, fire, police fire?"
"I don't know. Umm get everyone, I am home, here at 48 St Kilda Road". I caught my breath a bit.
"Something attacked me at home, come now. PLEASE. Come. I don't know what to do. It's fucking wild."
"What happened?"
"JUST GET THE FUCKING COPS, NOW!!!" then I fumbled the phone, dropping it.
I couldn't get the courage to take my eyes off it. It was still, I had hit it hard with the fire iron. Hopefully it was enough.
An eternity passed before I heard the piercing screams from the sirens as the cops pulled up. For the first time, I took my eyes off this thing, this beast. The sirens were screaming, confusing. The red and blue lights from the cars braced the walls.
It flinched. I saw a flash of yellow, piercing, angry eyes, wild as fire and hard as diamonds. The eyes narrowed, I heard a growl as the rough, leathery skin moved in the cold light
It rumbled, growled, snarled, breathed. Its back arched and with silent steel springed legs launched at me.
I didn't know if it was fear or pain.
Silence.
User Reviews
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2003-11-05 16:17:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2
Submitted by GoingBlue (user info) at 2003-11-01 05:18:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I have lost my faith.
Submitted by Faithless (user info) at 2003-11-01 04:18:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
It wasn't moving, but it didn't seem still.
That doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Other than that not too shabby. Just dont let me catch you puttin up two stories on the same day. Got it Tiger?
Submitted by GoingBlue (user info) at 2003-10-30 22:32:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
thanks
Submitted by Leela (user info) at 2003-10-30 09:47:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2003-10-30 07:15:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
delightful.
Submitted by RubySlipper (user info) at 2003-10-30 03:46:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Sounds like a cross between the Hulk, Dr.Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and Gollum.
I hate scary things...but your story was well written and that picture
at the end will haunt me until friday.
Submitted by MOssiah (user info) at 2003-10-30 03:34:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
And so it begins...