Under Ground

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

His Grandpa’s Cabin

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When they arrived at the cabin night had already fallen. The stars were shining bright, a falcate moon was slowly going down in the west. A small owl was calling in the deep darkness of the forest. The cabin was small and wooden, and even in the dark the place was beautiful.

This is amazing! exclaimed Claire. And so silent!

Come on, let’s go inside! said Thomas. It’s cold out here.

He found the key under the stairs, unlocked and opened the door. He went in, lit a candle. Claire followed. The cabin had only one room, small and cozy. There was a big fireplace in one corner, an open kitchen with closets and shelves, and a big old bearskin in front of the fireplace.

Who’s that? asked Claire, looking at an old photo on the wall. He seems sad…

Thomas looked up from the still unlit wood in the fireplace.

That’s my grandpa. He moved up here when my grandmother died. Soon after he committed suicide. They say he went crazy.

Claire was silent for a moment. I’m sorry, she said.

Don’t worry! It happened a long time ago, my mother was just a baby. She was raised by her aunt and uncle.

He looks handsome. She looked at Thomas with a teasing smile. Now I know where you’ve got it from! She gave him ha big kiss on the lips.

They were lying on a blanket over the bearskin, close to each other. The fire was warming their bodies and souls. It was perfect. Thomas loved Claire of all his heart. She was so good and gentle, and at the same time so beautiful, with a firm tight body, cute and sexy. There, in front of the fire, with her soft skin touching his, he felt incredibly lucky.

The fire was fading.

I’m going for some more wood. He gave her a kiss and got up.

Don’t be long! She lifted her short dress, letting her panties show.

Don’t worry, baby, he said. I’ll be right back. He went out of the door.

Claire fell asleep for a moment. She woke up to the gentle touch of Thomas’ hand, softer than ever.

Mmmmmh… she was loving it. A kiss in her neck, his hands moving up between her legs. The dress came off. Her panties. Kisses inside her thigh reaching her most intimate parts.  Licking her like he’d never done before. Entering her. Fucking her deeply until she came in an explosion of pleasure and emotion. Oh my god, Thomas… That was…

The door opened. Claire opened her eyes. Thomas entered, threw wood in front of the fireplace.

What..? But… You…

What’s up?

Nothing… It must have been a dream, said Clair confused, looking around the room. Her eyes stopped at the old photo on the wall. A cold shiver went down her spine. The young grandpa no longer looked sad. He was smiling a vicious smile.

I… no… it can’t be.

Thomas looked confused. It can’t be what?

Your grandpa… He raped me! He fucking raped me!

Thomas laughed. Then stopped. She looked terrified.

I thought it was you! Oh my God…!

My grandpa’s dead, Claire! Are you OK…?

No… yes… I… I don’t know. She got on her feet, pulling her dress down over her shoulders. Can we go home?

Home? Already? But…

Let’s go! Please!

If you want… But…Before he could say anything more she had gotten her bag and opened the door.

She was pulled back into the room. Aaaah!!! The door slammed shut. Thomas grabbed her arms. Pulling her. Something invisible were holding her back. Her legs got pulled up in the air.

It’s your grandpa!! He doesn’t want me to leave!!! Things started flying around the room. The fireplace flickered. Her dress got ripped off. Sparks and burning wood flew out of the fireplace. Lit the curtains. The furniture. Claire was screaming.

Let her go! shouted Thomas. Let her go, you old bastard! She’s my girlfriend! The whole room was on fire. The heat was unbearable.

The grip let go. They fell on the floor. Thomas got up, helped her on her feet. The roof was coming down. They got out of the door. A strange scream of pain and sadness was heard from the burning cabin. They ran to the car and drove off.

http://www.shortstories101.com/story/guises-of-the-reaper/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popobawa

https://fictionspawn.com/2016/07/10/lords-of-the-dead/