Under Ground

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Under Ground

Soundtrack: Edvard Grieg: Dovregubbens Hall

You are walking in the forest. Listening to the sound of birds, eating some blueberries every once in a while. The sun is shining and two squirrels are playing in the trees. Or fighting. You don’t know, and you don’t care. This is perfect.

Your foot falls through the ground. There’s some kind of hole underneath. You try to pull your foot up, but it’s stuck. You hear strange sounds from down there. Like someone is laughing, but their not really voices, either. Strange, squeaking sounds.

Whatever it is holding on to your foot stats pulling. You try to get loose, but there’s no way. You start screaming. Help! Heeeelp! You know there’s no one around. You are pulled under.

You fall into a cave. A dark, smelly cave, moisty. There are sounds around you. Like something moving. Crawling. Laughing. Your eyes slowly adapt to the darkness.

There are creatures there. Hundreds of them. Small, disgusting monsters. Sharp, pointed teeth sticking out of their mouths. They look evil. They are surrounding you, watching you.

What do you want? You ask. Your voice sounds shaking. They laugh. You know what they want. They want to eat you. One of them jumps closer. Stops for a moment, judging you. It bites your leg. You scream as his sharp teeth sink into your flesh. You kick it in reflex. It flies into the wall and falls lifeless to the ground.

Some gather around the dead creature. Then they look at you. They scream. Angry. Aggressive. They charge.

You kick one. Another. One jumps, you punch it. They fly into the walls. Their heads split. Their backs break. They are many. All screaming. Beady eyes shining with desire for murder. Still their quite slow. Clumsy. Fragile.

You grab one by it’s foot and start hitting it’s companions with him. Kicking away others. Little monsters are flying between the walls, bouncing, dying. You’re starting to like it. You’re in control.

A massacre. The few still alive starts running away.

No, you don’t! You say and kick a couple more as they try to get into their small tunnels.

Yeah! That’s it, disgusting little creatures. You suck! I rock! Hahahaha!

You hear a strange rumbling sound from one of the bigger tunnels. The earth trembles. The sound comes closer. You back away. The creatures are laughing again.

A beast comes out of the tunnel. It’s face is similar to the others, but it’s less humanoid. More beast. It screams. Roars. Runs towards you. You still have the dead little weapon creature in your hand. You smash it in the big one’s face. It starts whining and runs back into the tunnel it came from.

You climb up, out of the cave. You don’t want to wait around for more of them, although it has been fun. You bring a dead one, no one is going to believe you if you don’t.

http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/wwdnbackup/2011/10/flash-fiction-the-monster-in-my-closet.html

Bed Time Story

Published by fictionspawn Aak

Norwegian trilingual writer and illustrator. Contact information in my Gallery.

28 Comments

    1. You know him? I don’t, just found the story interesting. Yes, “you” won this battle. Monsters are usually quite easy to conquer if you just overcome fear;)

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      1. Wil Wheaton played the character of Wesley Crusher on Star Trek: The Next Generation. In real life he tends to be a bit full of himself.

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        2. Ah, the other link! I’ll get around to it. I’m on vacation, and my girlfriend is quite angry at my phone…XD Thank you very much for the link!

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      1. I grew up with this story, like most scandinavian kids. The movie’s great, even for adults, but even better seen with a child present. Astrid Lindgren is of the best children’s book writers of all times. Thank you for being here!

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  5. How fun! What excitement that rushes through you when you secure the upper hand!! I enjoyed your story very much. Such an elation reading it and remembering the times when I slammed bullies down; not physically; but verbally — although reading your fine story makes me want to kick them now. 😆

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  11. you nailed the horror; a great ending too 🙂 btw I am reading a short story by David Gilbert — it’s online — called ‘Underground’; that’s what drew my attention to yours 🙂

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