A boy by the lake. Horror. Aak fictionspawn

Not Spoiled by Water – Play by the Lake

This story is connected to my earlier post Not Spoiled by Water – The Supper, and part of an ongoing horror series. They can be read individually.

Gunnhild couldn’t find her little boy anywhere. She went up to the old tree, he sometimes liked to play up there. She couldn’t find him. She looked under the house. Nothing.

She walked down the path towards the firewood shelter. Her father was there.

-Have you seen Peder? She asked.

-No I haven’t. Maybe he’s down by the lake?

The lake. She looked over her shoulder in a fast movement. 

“Be careful down by the lake, little Peder. Something might just push you under.” Her brother’s words… (More)

Monster shadow on a bloody wall. Aak fictionspawn

Fingerprints

-Oh my God… The two experienced police technicians had never seen anything like this. There were bloodstains everywhere. On the walls, on the furniture, even in the ceiling. The floor was a crimson red pool. The victim was spread around in little pieces. Some psycho sure had had an amazing time.

They walked around, trying not to step in the blood, but it was impossible.

-Hey! I’ve got a fingerprint!

-That was fast, Pete said. They hadn’t even gotten their equipment out of the suitcase.

-Right there, written in blood.

It was. A big, red stain could be seen on the table.

-This guy must be a giant. He looked down at the hand lying on the floor. -The victim seems to have been normal enough… (More)

A man watching his factory. Kjetil Aak

Tears of Blood

Rewritten and republished. Originally posted on fictionspawn.com September 21. 2016.

Gundersen was standing on his little bedroom balcony. He could see the whole factory from here. It was going well, they had lot of profit. He was getting rich.

The workers kept complaining, though. Assholes. He had built a great factory they could work in, and all they ever did was whimper. Our children are hungry, they said. We can’t afford medicines. With the accidents lately things had gotten worse.

He couldn’t get the image out of his head. She had been only eight years old, the little girl. Her body crushed in the paper compressor. Her swollen face…

A man walking by a garden fence. Aak fictionspawn

Gary

That summer Ron stayed home a lot. His so called friends wasn’t treating him well. He’d had enough, he just wanted to be alone.

He started going for walks at night, roaming around the streets, exploring the gardens of others when they were sleeping.

Sometimes he saw someone walk in a distance. At first he was hiding in the shadows, but night after night he started following them. Sneaking after them, finding out where they lived or where they were going.

One night he saw Gary come out of Andrew’s house…