MicroHorror

I walk into the room, look around. No one is there. Just me. So I wait. My mind wonders, and yet I wait. I hear voices, but when I look around, no one is there. I have to wonder at that time is it my conscience speaking to me? I hear complete silence.

Julie calls her new-found friend Alicia on the telephone. She can’t wait to finally meet her in person. Alicia is everything that she would want to have in a friend: personality, looks and a great attitude towards life.

They met online in a chat room, and Julie has become somewhat obsessed with her. She has never met anyone quite like her, and it is an obsession that she can’t let go out of her life. She convinces Alicia to meet her in a quaint, little restaurant in the hills. Alicia arrives before Julie, and the waiter sits her at a table in the corner. She sits and waits for the girl that she has met online, the person that she believes is a loving, compassionate friend. Julie arrives looking absolutely beautiful, wearing a black leather trench coat, and she finds Alicia and walks over to her table. She is just as beautiful as she has imagined, and she introduces herself and they sit down and enjoy a wonderful dinner.

Alicia awakens gagged, in a cold, dank, confined space that seems to be a trunk of a car. Her head is throbbing and she is discombobulated. She can hear the fumbling of keys, as she tries to gain awareness of her surroundings.

The trunk opens up and her eyes slowly adjust to the dim light that appears over her. She can see a dark figure standing in front of her; it almost seems to be smiling and pleased with her, which is quite disturbing to her… considering the condition she is in.

Julie smiles at her new-found friend, as she slowly lifts her out of the trunk. She gently lifts her out of her confinement, and apologizes for any discomfort the ride may have given her.

“I’m really sorry that I had to treat you this way, Alicia. You really are a great girl, you are everything that you said that you would be. I am very pleased with the openness and honesty that you have shared with me. I would do anything to be just like you…”
 
Alicia’s eyes grow huge like saucers; she sees the craziness in Julie’s eyes.

The last thing that Alicia sees is the large teeth as she peels her face off.

George walks into the darkness of his bedroom. His hand is lost, trying to click on the lights. For some reason, he cannot find the light switch. He stands in bewilderment as he searches the wall, looking for some light to this darkness.

He knows too well that if he sets foot into the room without light that the evil will surround him, and he may not be able to free himself of the horror that pursues him.

He glides his hand over the wall, where that switch used to exist… he feels a tug on his hand, as if someone or something grabs it and pulls it. He pulls back and holds on to the door hoping not to be dragged into the darkness where evil sits and waits…

He starts to scream and wail and fight his way out of the room that will eat him alive, if he lets it.

He struggles and pulls the knife out of its pouch from his pocket, and he starts to strike at the hand that tries to drag him into the darkness. The pain and thrill of his horror causes him to pass out.

He wakes up, in pain and bloody, from the night before.

Once again, his hand is chopped up in a bloody mess, but it still hangs on for the next time.

Have you ever felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and the chills go up your spine until you feel like you have to shake the feeling off your back?

Or how about you feel like someone is looking over your shoulder, and you can almost feel them breathing down your neck?

Sitting in a darkened room, the feelings are there. The vibes are so intense that you must keep looking behind you, just to reassure yourself that you are still alone.

But are you?

The gun in my hand was still smoking after I fired off that last shot. Man, the head of that last one just exploded. It seemed so much different then the last one. His eye nearly popped right out of its socket. I can’t help but feel some sort of pleasure as I use these crazed lunatics as target practice. The idea of how much pain that they have caused to so many people.

Oh well, when I heard about this program, I couldn’t help but sign up as soon as possible. The thought of another child’s agonizing scream or the feeling of pain just disgusts me. It serves the bastards right; who do they think they are, anyway. Thinking they can keep getting away with their filthy, disgusting ways.

The door swings open again, and another man starts to run out of the building. He is even younger than the last piece of worthless human waste. He begs for his life as I shoot him in the leg. I think I will let this one suffer more then the others, he looks like a real pervert. He probably didn’t mind it when the child that he put his hands on begged and pleaded for him to stop. Yeah, this one looks like a real twisted fuck.

Take your time, I had to talk myself out of wanting to just waste his sorry ass, right here and now. Make him suffer, I kept telling myself, he never thought about how much pain and torture he would make the children and families go through. It’s okay, he’s the sick one that deserves to die, don’t forget. You let him live and he’ll just be free to do it again.

Another bullet explodes from its chamber, and whizzes through the air, connecting right above the knee cap on his other leg. Screams of agony and pain fill the air from the man that has made his own destiny. The next shot is fired right through his heart, dropping him instantly to the ground.

“Time’s up,” says the woman behind me, as she takes her 9mm from her gun case.

The darkness always soothes my soul.
Blackness is an unfulfilling hole.
Life is full of dark little secrets.
Skeletons crawl out of my closets.
There are monsters lurking under my bed.
Wait, I think that they might be in my head.
The voices won’t stop, they are calling me.
They are begging me to go on another spree.
They won’t take me alive this time.
I would rather die before I commit another crime.
Today was the last day; the voices have stopped their play.
The bullet in my head has made them go away.

The door opened and the stench of the dead arose in the emptiness of the house. Dead love, that is. There is nothing worse in life than the stench of a love that has died. The odor is so overwhelming that you could taste the pain in the pit of your stomach. How does love come to such a revolting end? There are many ways that it might happen. Love between people is so overrated, and taken for granted. It starts out sweet and beautiful, in some cases. But the ending effect is always the same. Rotting and disposable love is always in the lives of those foolish enough to think any different. What is love, anyway? A feeling that will make you have a desire for something that makes you feel exhilarated. Yeah, for a little while, just to have it ripped away from you like a carnivorous, bloodthirsty animal. Love never lasts, not forever. Life will give you love, and death will take it away. Love is never fair, in any situation. It sounds great for a while, sometimes a really long time. But it will always end tragically. In some way or another. For those lucky enough to feel the love of someone, they should feel blessed. I feel sorry for them when it is dead and gone. Forever.