MicroHorror

The grease dripped off of the grills slowly at first. The grease that was on the floor slithered across the tiles into one giant, boiling, disgusting puddle. As the puddle grew and grew, and began to coalesce and coagulate into a monstrous ball of cholesterol, the grease that had not yet joined the party moved faster so as to catch up. Then out of the trash cans came flying all sorts of deliciously wretched things: burnt hamburger meat, moldy buns, soggy French fries. Eventually, plastic forks and spoons and knives decided to contribute themselves to the forming abomination. The mass of fast-food waste stepped into the oven where the cookies were baked and, a minute later, out stepped one of the most disgusting creatures I’d ever seen. The beast was dark brown in color, and had skin that resembled that of a severe burn victim. It was round like a deformed meatball. Instead of hands, this monstrosity had fork-arms and its feet were bent spoons. It had a tail, the point of which was a knife. The demon had no eyes or ears, but rather seventeen mouths, each of which contained at least twenty razor-sharp teeth and a forked tongue.

“Excellent,” I said. “I shall call you ‘King McDonald.’”

Would you like demise with that?

They say that cameras steal your soul. If this is the case, Cassius was completely dead. Really, that wasn’t too far from the truth. After all, he was a zombie. You know, there are a lot of stereotypes surrounding zombies, like that they’re ugly or unintelligent. They’re sort of pariahs even in the undead community just because their flesh decays a bit faster than that of vampires. But damn it, Cassius would be a model some day. He knew it. Or an actor perhaps! Although his acting dreams were sort of shot down when he auditioned for Corpse Bride and was turned away because “the world just isn’t ready for a zombie transvestite movie star.” This pissed him off, because that’s why he was killed in the first place. When would the world be ready to accept his need to feel like a woman? But it wasn’t actually as bad now that he was dead. If anyone gave him crap, he would just devour their heads. The Corpse Bride ended up being a CG film because the actress slated to play the title character… fell on her head…

There once was a man from Kantut. He lived in a tree in the middle of the Reze ocean. Occasionally, he would go baby fishing. He would bring out his longest fishing pole and try to catch infants. When he was successful, the feast was never modest. In addition to babies, guests at his banquets often dined on peanut butter, razor blades and wine made from the eyes and larvae of Kalbaloc moths. Even on a bad day, at least one third of the guests made it out alive. When the survival rate was that low, you could bet that another feast would soon follow.

Mary had gone mad. Those annoying little brats had finally driven her over the edge. Making the punishment fit the crime, she drove the school bus over the edge of the road and down a grassy knoll–part of the very park she was supposed to take them to. As soon as she went off road, her ears were assaulted by the immensely irritating sound of screaming teenagers.

“SHUT UP! GOD I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL KIDS BECAUSE OF YOU!” she screamed, crazed and short-fused.

She drove the bus though a craggy slit in the earth, a cave just wide enough to fit the school bus through. Not a full second later, the school bus hit the wall of the cave, killing everyone inside and sending several corpses through the windshield long enough for their blood to splatter against the earthy bulwark.

All around the park, trees and other plant life died suddenly.

Nine days later, two infants were found sleeping inside the cave. One was a baby boy, found in a corner holding a squirrel like a teddy bear. Strangely, the squirrel didn’t seem to mind. The other was a female, who was found napping with one hand behind her head and the other resting over her baby cunt.

It is now twenty-one years later. To this day, dead remains of once-beautiful trees tower above those brave or foolish enough to go to that park. Despair comes to all who do. Rumor has it that there is a third child there somewhere, now a twisted abomination of a man. If only Mary had worn earplugs…

“Die.”

“I’ve tried,” said Chastity with a smile. “Honest I have. It just doesn’t work”.

She stood atop a crate in an otherwise empty warehouse, looking down at Orion and the world. Her legs were covered by thick black stockings.

“What’s in the box?” demanded Orion.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You lie! You’re a fucking liar!” Orion shouted with a level of anger she didn’t think he could muster.

“What!? I seriously don’t know!”

“You’re a liar! You lie about everything! You lie about being a woman!”

“I… I AM A WOMAN!”

“Your package is bigger than mine,” said Orion.

“No! YOU are the liar! Shut up!” insisted a distressed Chastity.

“What’s in the box!?” repeated Orion.

“I don’t know!”

“Open it!”

Chastity stepped down off the box and turned around to face it. She hesitated to open it. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she slowly reached for the lid. She opened it. There they both were, naked and dead. And it was true. Her package was bigger than his.

Yoshiko’s brown eyes glimmered in the light of the wooden torches that adorned the walls of the tiny dungeon room. Her dyed-blond hair draped over the edge of the stone slab to which she was tied. On her head she wore a golden crown which extended a sort of blade in each direction. She was nude underneath the light-blue robe which fit very loosely over her body.

Yoshiko struggled to wriggle herself free, but she was tied very securely. She let out screams of terror in the hopes that the sound of her voice may penetrate the blackened stone walls and somehow reach someone on the outside world. Damn it! If only Jessica were here!

But Jessica wasn’t there. It was just Yoshiko and the three men that stood around her, each clad in a white suit and wearing blackface. One man stood to either side of her, and one stood directly in front of her. The latter picked up the final pieces of the ritual, a bible and a torch. He threw the bible down on Yoshiko. Saying a prayer, the man used one of the torches against the wall to light the one he was holding. He stepped around to the other side of Yoshiko. He threw the lit torch down on Yoshiko and the three men fled, closing a stone door behind them.

“I don’t know what’s up,” said George, “but I just don’t feel the rush anymore that used to come with ending someone’s life.”

“Well,” taunted Harvey, “you could try killing something less helpless than a small rodent.”

“Fuck you,” responded George. “Little kids are just fine. They’re so pure and innocent and naïve; they invariably cry out in agony! What could be more fun than that? Besides, why go after something that could resist, escape and either kill me or call the cops?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fun in the way you do things? Where’s the thrill of the hunt? Where’s the challenge? Where’s the sense of accomplishment?”

“It’s not about challenge or a sense of accomplishment. It’s about relieving stress. It’s about having power over another human being. It’s about the helpless screams of the victims, and the blood that splatters everywhere. It’s about getting revenge on humanity for fucking up my life by taking one of theirs. Why make it hard on yourself?”

“Well,” said Harvey, “for one thing, as fun as it is to see a child in agony, it’s much more fun to see an adult in such conditions. When you kill someone of equal size and strength, there’s your power rush. Also, it’s more like a game for me. Killing is just the cherry on the sundae. The real pleasure comes from stalking, hunting, terrorizing my prey.”

A long, deafening silence filled the air in the dimly lit room.

After several minutes, Harvey broke the silence with a question. “Hey, where’s Johnny anyway?”

“He’s still dealing with his walls. He thinks he almost has enough blood to make the yelling stop.”

“Hm… I wonder what’ll happen when he does make it stop,” posed George.

“I don’t know. But if he stops killing, we should kill him and fuck his body.”

“That sounds nice. I’ve been really depressed lately. Maybe that’ll cheer me up.”