Kill a Killer Clown


She ran down the street in terror. A hideous clown was chasing her. Evil eyes. A grin of destruction. Suddenly he was in front of her. Out of nowhere. How could he have gotten there before her? She turned. Fell. The clown came running towards her. She started crying. Please don’t kill me. Please!

She looked up. There were two clowns. They were laughing.

It was the third time Marc had been out scaring people in his clown suit. Marc loved scaring people, he always had. This time he had convinced Jim to come with him. Jim had always been easy to convince. Easy to scare, too. Marc sure had had some good fun with that.

They left. The girl was sitting on the ground confused. The whole thing had been traumatic.

Let’s see if we can find someone else! Said Marc. There should be more people out. The funniest was the teenage girls, they got more scared. There was no girls around, just a man walking further down the road.

What about that guy? said Jim. He seems to be alone.

Let’s go! said Marc.

They started walking faster. Their victim rounded a corner. They ran to catch up, now that he couldn’t see them. Around the corner they saw no one. It was a backstreet. They walked in, rounded another corner. Dead end.

When they turned around the man were standing in the entrance to the alley. They looked at each other. Lifted their plastic knives. Ran towards him, screaming. He didn’t move.

He had a meat hook in one hand.

Hehe, laughed Marc. Just joking. The man was big, almost two meters tall. They couldn’t see his face in the darkness. He didn’t answer.

They  walked towards the exit where he was standing. He didn’t move.

Hey, what’s up! said Marc.

I don’t like this, said Bill nervously.

The man didn’t answer.

They stopped. Hey asshole, said Marc, trying to sound tough. You have a problem?

The man lifted the hook slowly.

Fuck, man, said Bill. Let’s get out of here. It was too late. The man struck the hook into his shoulder. Bill fell to the ground. Marc screamed and ran off as Bill was pulled further into the alley.

Marc heard Bill’s screams as he ran down the road. He didn’t look back. Help! Help! Help us, someone! He ran to the nearest house, ringed the bell, slamming on the door. A woman opened. She looked at the teenager in the clown suit, puzzled. Please! Call the police. He got my friend. He got my friend!

Oh my, said the old woman. Come in, come in. She picked up the phone. What happened? she asked.

He killed him! Marc started crying. He killed him!

Let’s see what we can do. She picked up the phone. It’s dead! she said. I’ll go find the other one. She left the room. Marc went over to the window. Looked out. He couldn’t see anyone. He heard steps behind him.

Did you… he said, turning around. He stopped. The man was there. The size of a mountain. Greasy hair hanging down in his face. Blood all over his clothes. A huge rusty hook in one hand. Slowly he lifted his hook.

Please… Please! Pleaded Marc as he sunk to his knees. A pool of urine extended around his legs. He was crying in despair. The mountain grinned. The grin got bigger. He threw the hook to Marc’s head.

It bounced off, hit the wall and fell to the ground. It was made of plastic.

Bill came in through the kitchen door. You pissed your pants! You fucking pissed your pants! He couldn’t stop laughing.

The old woman laughed. The mountain laughed. Marc could see his face now. It was Bill’s cousin Jack. He had been beaten at his own game.

Assholes! He felt like an idiot. He looked like an idiot. Frankly, he was an idiot. He always had been, and right now he knew it more than ever. He went home, threw the urine stained clown suit in the garbage and hit the shower. Scaring people sucked.

Private Property

Blame the Rebels


Lía and Marco were lying in their tent. They had a tent for themselves now, after Marco had been promoted. They made love as if it was the last night in their lives, and it very well could be. Tomorrow they would go to find a government military camp on the other side of the hill. Recognition, was the mission. Maybe sabotage if possible, but that would probably come later. It was a dangerous project.

They held each other tight as they fell asleep. The next day they woke up, put on clothes and got out of the camp. No time for breakfast, they had to get over the hill before day break. They were in enemy territory. They had to find the army’s base of biological research, rumours said they were working on secret weapon.

They started walking. Six in number, they moved slowly like animals. They had done this all their life, all the soldiers had been in the resistance for a long time. They knew if the enemy discovered them they would be dead.

On the top of the hill they looked out on the jungle on the other side. They saw nothing but vegetation, but they knew very well the enemy was there.

They went down the hillside. The hill was steep, the vegetation dense. They had to cut their way through. On the foot of the hill the ground was less overgrown, they could move more easily.

The camp was no longer there. Tents were ripped to pieces and burned. Blood. Lots of blood, but no bodies. What had happened? They dared to walk into the open area. There was no one there. Everything was left behind. Weapons. Gadgets. Everything but people.

In the city Alejandro and Gabriela came out of the bar. Alejandro rocked and he knew it. Gabriela was the hottest girl in town.

Let’s go down to the chiringuito, said Alejandro. He was hungry.

Gabriela was about to answer when a shadow came over them.

They looked up. Something came swooping down, breaking down the walls, buildings falling into the streets. It picked up a man. Threw him into the wall of a big building. Then it started spitting fire.

It was huge as a building. Four arms. Reptile tail. Demon wings carried it. Black evil eyes.

Corre!!! Run. Alejandro grabbed Gabriela’s arm. They ran down towards the cathedral, the thick walls would give them shelter. The monster got there before them, It crashed into the building. The wall fell. The tower fell. A line of fire burned everything that could be burned. Then it flew down towards them through the street. As fire floated, they got into a backstreet. The heat burned their skin, but they were still alive. A woman were calling on them from an open door. Venid! Venid aquí!

Inside the flat the TV was on. The woman in the news said the monster was a weapon created to destroy the city. They were blaming the guerilla. Terrorist attack, they said. But how could a small group of soldiers in the jungle create something like this? Pablo was confused, it didn’t make any sense.

People were burned to death as the streets and the buildings were set on fire. Others were running around in terror. The army was set in, but neither bullets nor missiles seemed to have effect. The fire melted tanks, it’s arms tore buildings down. Soldiers were dying in hundreds.

Suddenly it flew off into the jungle where it came from.

Marco was leading his soldiers on. They needed to know what had happened.

They moved over to the other side of the camp. There was a hole in the ground. They looked down. Dead bodies were hanging on spikes on the wall. Harvested.

Skriiii!!! A scream. A horrible scream was heard behind them. A creature was flying above them. A monster. Some kind of mix of dragon and demon, a spawn of hell.

The beast opened it’s mouth, a hole in it’s face. Flames came out. Juan, Federico and Mica was burning. The screams stopped fast. Three carbonized bodies were lying on the ground.

Marco and Juan had survived. They were shooting at the monster as the monster were putting more bodies on spikes. It didn’t seem to care.

Lía crawled behind an missile launcher. Her leg was burned. An intense and strange cold pain. The monster turned it’s head towards the bushes where Marco and Juan were hiding. Spitting flames burned the bushes. Juan came out burnig. He ran some steps and fell dying. Marco had escaped the flames. He ran towards some big rocks. One of the monster’s hands crushed him in a pool of blood and gore.

Nooooo!!! Lía screamed. The monster turned towards her. Took a deep breath. She got up on the missile launcher. As the monster opened it’s mouth wide open she could see fire being born somewhere within. She pulled the trigger. The missile went straight into the flaming hell coming out of the monster’s mouth. It’s head exploded. A hell of fire, blood and brains unleashed over the ground and bushes. The monster fell to the ground.

Lía was lying between flames, burned trees and gore. She was hurt, but got up on her feet. Looked to the pile of meat who once was the love of her life. She swallowed. Denied herself to cry for now and limped off into the jungle. She needed to get back to the camp.

The Witch Doctor




Beyond Faith and Reason


Roger came into the laboratory. He had had quite a hard time getting out of bed today, they had been working long days for weeks.

He was quantum physicist. He studied the smallest parts of the universe. Particles. Quarks and all that stuff. Complicated shit. He had been interested in physics all his life and quantum mechanics intrigued him like nothing else.

Sometimes his scientific knowledge fell into conflict with his religious views. He then went to church. Meditated. Prayed. And he got back on the right track again. One day, he said to himself. One day the pieces will fit.

He was working in one of the biggest laboratories in Science Are Us Corporation. He was in charge of a smaller section, and his crew, three of the finest scientists in the world, were doing their jobs perfectly. They were secretly working on a project on the possibility of multiple universes. That was were the key was. The key to the great answers.

They seemed to be onto something big. If their calculations were right it could be one of the greatest breakthroughs in history of science. A peak hole through dimensions never before seen by man. Finally the sceptics would have to agree. Then they could start on the real subjects. Metaphysics. Eternal life. God. There would sooner or later be proof of the existence of God, he was sure of it.

His assistant was already there, adjusting the particle receptor.

Good morning! said Roger.

Good morning, said Jonathan. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Let’s get started! The rest of the crew was expected a bit later, but there was no reason to loose time. They got all the systems running and got to work.

Roger! said Jonathan after a while. Roger, something strange is happening here!

Roger ran over. They both stared at the computer. Signals. Photons they didn’t send. Particles arriving from nowhere. What does this mean?

R-roger..? stuttered Jonathan.

Roger looked up from the screen.

A creature appeared out of nothing. Or many creatures, he wasn’t sure. It seemed to keep changing form and colour. It was nowhere and everywhere. Present and non existent. Floating in the air and sticking to the walls like a nightmare of contradiction.

Oh my God… said Roger, but he knew his God had nothing to do with this. This went deeper than anything he had ever dreamed of. This didn’t even make sense.

A hand reached out towards him. A finger touched his shoulder. He felt a tingling sensation. His shoulder started dissolving into a bright light, as if his very matter turned into energy. The tingling feeling became electric. Plain old unbearable pain. As the light reached his chest he lost consciousness and died. The light kept spreading until his body disappeared into nothing. Everything he was died with him.All that remained was the reality he used to be a part of.

Return from Proxima B






Dale and Mary were making a story about an accident in an old pesticide laboratory. Many years had gone by since then, and the place was still abandoned.

Several workers had died of intoxication from the pesticide emission caused by the explosion. The hole area had for many years been considered a no go zone, because of the high level of toxicity. Now the danger seemed to be over, but the plants, the animals, everything was dead. Once green cultural landscapes and forests, the accident had left the place a toxic desert. The lake was a lifeless pool.

They passed by the old industrial worker’s houses, up to the pesticide factory. The buildings where beautiful, with the characteristic aesthetics of old industry. They didn’t make factories that way anymore. Big windows and decorations. Red brick walls. They walked around the area for a while, taking photos. The factory had all the signs of having been evacuated in a hurry. Things were thrown around everywhere. The floor was full of rubbish, chairs and tables were tipped over.

We have to be careful, said Dale looking up. This could fall down any moment.

At the end of the hall they found the laboratory. There was a big hole in the wall were the pesticide tanks had exploded. Old file drawers. Broken measure bottles and laboratory stuff. There seemed to be some construction in progress the day of the accident, carpenters tools where lying around.

Mary was going through some documents on a desk.

Look! she said, astonished. It’s a project log!

Dale were looking around in some piles of bottles on the other side of the room while Mary was investigating the file.

Listen to this! she said. The scientists were working on a new chemical, one that was going to be the most efficient ever!

She read out loud: “There have been some complications. When the X9 substance is mixed whit the common DEET, the insects seems to be strenghtned rather then weakened”. Further down it said: “The effect of the mixture seems to be even stronger on spiders”.

This is great! We need all of these documents. Dale looked around to find more. Suddenly he stopped, staring into the hall next door.

What’s that?

Some kind of strange web covered part of the opening.

He went over, took a pen from a drawer and poked it. Mary was taking pictures.

Something moved in the shadows. Keep taking photos! said Dale exited. They moved closer, carefully. They heard a sound behind them. They turned around. A giant spider jumped at them. It caught Mary. Pulled her through the door. She was screaming. Then there was silence.

Mary! shouted Dale. Mary!!! He grabbed a pointed saw from the floor. Mary! Where are you?

Dale… please, help me… She sounded weak. He moved into the other room. She was hanging on the wall, A sticky web was covering her body. He ran over to her, started cutting the web. It stuck to the saw like glue.

Her face was pale. Her lips blue. Dale… Look out… Her voice could hardly be heard. The spider attacked him from behind. Dale fell over. Hurt his knee. The Spider charged at him. He held out the saw, cut it. It bit him. He could feel the poison enter his blood. Shooting pain went through his body. He cut the spider’s head again and again. It fell lifeless to the ground.

Dale got up. Walked weakly over to where Mary was hanging, started cutting the web. He realized she was dead. He felt dizzy. He needed air. He staggered out of the opening in the wall. After a few steps he fell on the ground and died.

Mantis Religiosa