Category: Horror

He watched as the shipping container fell 80 feet from the crane and crashed down onto the docks. As he trotted towards the emergency, assessing each safety issue along the way, he wondered what had caused the rocking motion. The air was still, not even a breeze. In fact, now that he thought about it, there weren’t even any gulls around.

He peered into the container. The container peered back.

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Malcolm woke up, he could feel sand beneath his fingers. He coughed, violently expelling water from his lungs.

He took a moment to catch his breath. The smell hit him like a train. Rotten fish mixed with the smell of human decay.

A claw reached down and lifted his head. Red eyes staring into his soul.

“You’ll do.”

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“Good morning, sunshine,” she said.

He felt the thick rug beneath him and he heard the crackle of the open fire. He also heard his girlfriend crying in another room.

“Now we make sure every woman knows who you belong to,” said his ex-wife, as she began carving her name into his cheek.

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He ran the blade across his face. Stubble was always an issue for him. He couldn’t remember ever having an entirely smooth face.

The mist in the mirror began to fade. He reached up and gave it a wipe with a dry towel.

He dropped his razor into the sink. His reflection grinned with a flicker of red in its eye.

Today was the day.

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“Of course,” said Glen, climbing out of the chest.

He looked at the diminutive form. This child with such a sweet smile, pale skin, red lips, and a voice so sharp it could cut steel.

“Shall we play again?” asked the child.

Glen nodded. “Yes, lets.”

Well, what else could he do?

 

 

Butcher slammed his cleaver into the board.

“I understand,” he rasped. “I was never meant to see inside.”

Deliveryman nodded. “Well, I’m sorry you did.”

Butcher handed Deliveryman the scissors.

Deliveryman grinned. Tongue on sale tomorrow.

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He knew what a woodlouse was. They were crustaceans. They were brown in colour. They ate dead plant matter. He thought they may like wood, but he’d never seen a wood louse eating wood. He knew they had a hard exoskeleton and he knew they were more active during the night.

What he didn’t know was why so many of them were crawling out from under his fingernails.

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She’d always known he was pretty kinky. He bought her a new pair of shoes every date they went on. He griped if she wore socks, smalls or tights.

“Well I do like them,” he said licking the soles of her feet. “They taste good and look like porcelain.”

She squirmed. He smirked.

She knew what was coming next. She’d seen the hacksaw in the top drawer.

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Malcolm blinked into the blue light.

“Help me,” came a voice from behind.

Malcolm span around. Peering through the water, he saw a woman. Her skin bloated and rotten. Her hair floating sideways in the current.

“Help me,” she pleaded. He watched as she stood pulling rocks out of her pockets. They kept coming. Never ending, rock after rock.

“Please help me,” she begged again. He would have tried if the hands clutching his ankles had let go.

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