MicroHorror

“Death comes quick to those who fight it. Embrace me and slowly I will let you slip away. Anger me further with your resistance and this breath will be the last.”

Mary was unsure of the next move. She had been running for hours to escape the chase of the furry critter but was both out of breath and places to run. Over the last few years she had forgotten how fast the little guy was; in fact, she at times forgot he even existed. “Never! You will never win, damn you!”

The fuzzy critter shook his head in disappointment. With dried blood caked on two inches thick, a little more was not going to make a difference. “You fool. You arrogant little girl. All I wanted was to be fed a carrot now and again, perhaps for you to clean my cage out so I didn’t have to smell my own feces, but no. You and your sister were just too damn busy with your boys and makeup. It didn’t have to be this way.”

The fuzzy critter began to hop closer to Mary and she responded by slowly taking steps backwards. After two hops and two reverse steps, Mary found herself backed up against a chain link fence with no place further to run. “Please, I’m begging you, Fluffy, I will make up for the past, give me a chance! You have punished me enough!”

Fluffy continued to hop toward his prey. “You had your chance. You bought me and my brother when we were just little bunnies. You buried my brother in the yard without a care. You let him die with your carelessness! You ignored me and now your parents are dead and so is your sister. You will now join them so you feel the pain you inflicted!”

With the words leaving his mouth, the fuzzy critter jumped at Mary and sunk his teeth into her neck cutting into the jugular. Blood sprayed the scene and repainted Fluffy’s coat a darker color red. Once the last sign of life drained from her body, he fed on her remains to cover any evidence.

“Crazy scene at the house, don’t you think, Officer Thomas?”

“Indeed. Looks like the daughter Mary went crazy. She killed off the family then just ran away.”

“Oh, look over there, they had a pet rabbit.”

“Man, poor thing. Look at him all covered in blood. Let’s get him to a shelter right away.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Did you hear that!”

“What the heck is that?”

Sitting up in her sleeping bag, Jamie was becoming nervous as the sounds she was hearing seemed to be getting closer and closer to her tent.

“Wake up!”

Jamie tapped Tom on his shoulder hoping to wake him from his deep slumber. After waiting a moment and unhappy with the slowness of his response, Jamie shoved Tom in his sleeping bag to get the attention she felt the situation warranted.

“What the heck are you doing?”

“Are you kidding me? How did you sleep through all the noises?”

“Honey, we are camping. Nature makes noises. Most people find it relaxing. Go to bed.”

Unhappy with his wife, Tom zipped his sleeping bag to the top and rolled over as best as he could to turn away from her and mumbled, “Noises. You wake me up because you heard a twig crack in the wilderness, you’re crazy!”

Thump… Thump…
“…help…me…”
Thump… Thump…
“…help…me…”

Frozen in fear, Jamie prayed her mind was playing tricks on her. Could it be the wind? Some kids in the campsite nearby playing pranks on them?

“Tom, I… I think someone is outside of our tent. Tom?”

Annoyed that her husband had managed to go back to sleep, she shoved him once again in his sleeping bag.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Tom, seriously, I think there is someone outside of our tent.”

“Yeah, I am sure there is. Go to bed.”

“No! Come on, get up. I need you to go out there and look around. I think it might be those kids in the campsite next to us playing pranks.”

“Honey, it’s not going to happen. There is no big bad man with a machete in the woods. It’s such a cliché. You read too many horror stories for your own good.”

Exhausted, Tom rolled over and went back to sleep. Jamie laid there as still as possible hoping to go unnoticed to whatever had been moving about outside their tent. She was positive she heard a noise. She could swear she even heard a voice call for help. Eventually, her own exhaustion crept up on her and she fell asleep.

Thump… Thump…
“Oh my God! Help us!”
Thump… Thump…
“PLEASE, SOMEONE!”

Sitting up in her tent, Linda looked over at her boyfriend Mark who was sound asleep.

“Mark, get up! I think I heard someone call for help at the campsite next to us.”

“It’s just nature making noises, go back to bed!”