MicroHorror

As the Trailways bus lumbered into the curve, the man stood in the aisle and began to sing:

Jesus loves me this I know

and pulled the gun from beneath his sweater.

For the Bible tells me so.

He began firing into the screaming passengers huddled in their seats. The driver crumpled as a slug tore into his brain.

Little ones to Him belong

He screamed now as the bus left the highway and plunged down the embankment.

They are weak but He is strong.

The beast in the darkness grunted and slouched away. It began to rain.

Larry thought she would never let him finish. Every time he got close, she squeezed him in a mildly painful way, then drew him in deeper with thrusts and scissor motions of her limber legs. Finally, he could go on no longer. She sensed it, and stretched impossibly wide, using inner muscles to drain the last drop from him. Larry heard something snap. He opened his eyes in horror as she unhinged her lower jaw and took off his head.

Awake now, heart racing, he rolled over in bed in time to see Alice’s odd smile as green reptilian inner eyelids slid closed. Leaning forward, she unhinged her lower jaw.

Dimly, through sleep, Catherine heard the living room window slide open. Heavy footsteps thudded in the hall. Adrenaline rushed through her. “I have a gun aimed at the door!” she shouted. “The police are coming!”

The door burst open. She emptied the revolver into the blur of hair, teeth and leathery wings that rushed her, screaming. As the dripping fang-jaws ripped at her neck, Catherine sat straight up in bed, moaning. At the foot of the bed, the snowy television screen buzzed, casting a glow on her empty pizza box. Sobbing, she dropped the greasy remote control and wiped her hands with a paper towel. Heavy footsteps thudded in the hall.