Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.
-What do you think is down there? he said.
-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.
Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.
They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.
They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.
A man came out between the tube rows. (more)
This is the third part of a horror series called Not Spoiled by Water. The parts can be read in any order. The other parts so far are The Supper and Play by the Lake.
Mari lay in her bed watching the heavy rain hit the roof outside her window. She couldn’t sleep tonight either. Daylight was already emerging, the nights were short at this time of year.
She heard voices downstairs. Loud, angry voices. Her mother and her uncle. She got out of bed, wanting to know what they were saying. What they were hiding.
She heard a strange thump sound. Then there was silence. She looked through the fence poles of the staircase. Her mum was lying on the floor. A pool of blood was growing underneath her, soaking the wooden floor. Hans was holding a fireplace hook in his hand.
He looked up. Their eyes locked. A smile spread on his face… (More)
Silence. Mari’s mother looked down at her plate. Her uncle Hans had a strange smile on his face. He didn’t smile much.
-Where did you hear that name? Her grandmother’s voice was shaking. Mari wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear. Maybe it was both, or something else. She didn’t answer.
-I said, where did you hear that name?
-I didn’t hear it, Mari said. I found a drawing…
Another long silence. No one said anything. Her grandma looking at straight at her. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
-He was your brother, Uncle Hans said… (More)
This story was originally published on Fictionspawn Monsters as Temple of Death. You can read the new version on steemit.com@fictionspawn, or listen to the video below.
Far into the future three archaeologists find a mysterious temple in the jungle. There are warning signs on the door, but they do not believe in curses and such.
He has lost all faith in humanity. He sits in darkness when someone comes by. She tells him she can help.
The original version is called Lost Faith in Humanity, and can be read here. Listen to the video below, or follow this link to Steemit.com@fictionspawn to read the re-edited video version.
…Mikkel sat up abruptly. There was a bright light in the sky.
-A UFO! He laughed at the idea, he didn’t believe in those kinds of things. But the light got bigger. And bigger. He got up on his feet. It was moving straight towards hi…
Bang! It hit him hard. His leg was broken. His back hurt, too.
The UFO stopped nearby, hovering in the air. Two creatures came out. They were big, almost double his size. Inside the crystal bubbles on their head he could see huge fangs. Clawed tentacles were waving from their bodies. They came towards him. Slowly. Threatening. Mikkel was unable to scream. He was shaking i terror, his eyes wide open. They made horrible sounds. He could feel the presence of evil.
Wikir and Dramgal were from a galaxy called X290. They were adventurers, and had found Earth in a book about the Milky Way…