Don't Pull into Someone's Driveway (short horror story)
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I'm not quite sure how to start this. I am a 22 year old man who has been bedridden for the past year and 1/2 my spleen and kidney or gone as a results. I'm bedridden for a large portion of the day and live with my parents. It's been a pretty depressing life ever since my 21st birthday back in May. I live in southwestern, rural Massachusetts and haven't been able to fully participate in my life recently. It's sex, but I guess I'm just lucky to be alive. At this point, you're probably all confused as to what I'm writing. I need. It's somewhere to warn people to write down the experience I had on my birthday that night in 2016. It was later it out with the boys. We were out of the bar in town having a good time up until what am It was my birthday, May 14th. I was the last one to be dropped off at home. It doesn't need a driver, and I were having a chat about plans for the Fourth of July. He missed my street. He said he would turn around at the next chance and I told him to just pull out of someone's driveway, unluckily for us. The next house never had anyone home. And now I know why That's was such a dark, dreary color. It was the kind of house that shouted old but still looked like you was in decent condition. There was always a truck in the driveway, but it hasn't been touched for years, and the lights are never on. I told her driver, John, to pull into this driveway. I knew the house owner was almost never home, and so he complied. As John drove up the driveway, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander in boredom. I've never actually studied the lot, but everything seemed weirdly well, well kept for the local ghost house. Believe me, people never saw the house odor there, but the place was always tidy. Rumors flew around saying it was the local drug house, or that it belonged to some sort of underground cult looking to stone itself in northern New England. Boy, were those rumors wrong. Funnily enough, I would have preferred to be assaulted by a drug lord. Compared to the experience I had joined much of the house and jokingly said, We should get out of here before the Satanic cult gets us. My I suddenly stabbed to the window. I saw two glowing orbs pointed right in our direction, covered by a window curtain. At first I rolled it out to be nothing but a possible window decoration. But in my dear drunken stupor, I couldn't help but panic. As John turned, the light from the headlights slowly revealed the figure standing behind those orbs. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. The horror movie creature, too real to be mistaken as a hoax, its eyes gigantic and reflective, taking in the entire scene of the two passengers in front of it, one frightened the other ignorant of its existence. It had a humanoid shape with long, slender arms. What looked like spikes ran down along its spine, and the thing looks starved. I could see its rib cage jutting out from its skin, even from my position at the bottom of the driveway, it's bald. Head seemed too small for the pair of eyes. It dawned. It stood completely still, staring at me. I couldn't help feel captivated by its horrific presence. I stared back was dead, it hadn't moved and I saw no signs of it breathing. I was completely entranced by its eyes. As I looked into them, I felt the strangest sensation of pain, but it didn't feel bad. It was almost refreshing. Believe me, I'm not a masochist. But what I felt was almost like don't begin to a cold pool on a hot summer day without preparation. It just said he has a shock that I was suddenly used to it. I thought John had been under the same effect as me, but it seemed that this entire course of events had taken place. In mere seconds. The engine roared, stirring me out of my trance. I looked at John quickly confused. When I look back at the creature wanting to feel that odd sensation again, what I saw instead horrified me. It lifted its slender arm to the window. Even then, the arm was much longer than I initially thought. It seemed to stretch almost the entire length of its body. Then I saw its hand. Long pointed fingers jetted out from its palm vicious fingers. No, these were more like claws. They all pressed against the window and the face slowly turned to track the movement of our car. As we drove home, I couldn't help it. Shiver. John asked me several times what happened, but I just stared forwards. His voice echoed in my ears. It's not that I couldn't respond. I'm not gonna give you any ******** like I have been cursed to never speak about this creature. No, I didn't want Teoh. I didn't want anyone else to know about this sensation. I felt I wanted to keep it to myself. Nobody else could feel this. This pain, it was mine. I'll say it once again. I am not a masochist and normally avoid any harmful situations out of fear, hurting myself. The irritation it causes is just ridiculous to me, no matter how dire the wound. But if you could be there if you could feel the sensation this beast produced, it was addicting. I wanted to feel it again. We were home faster than I realized. John said goodbye and told me to be careful. But I got out of the car without saying a word. I didn't waive either. I just walked up our driveway. The headlights shone on me as I walked and are motion sensitive. Light flicked. On 1/4 of the walk up, I heard John turn around and take off. I opened my garage door and walked into my house. I walked into my kitchen tense from the encounter. I just had, I said at the table and put my hands on my head thinking about the event that just occurred. I was contemplating what to do when I heard a quiet pattern on my side. The flop toward doggy door opened up. I was expecting to see Carly Curious ist who came up the driveway so late at night. What I saw instead frightens me to this day I saw its long arm jet through the door. Then it's Lender Torso working its way through. I was reasonably horrified at how the creature fit itself through the small space as it stuck its head through. I saw its eyes instinctively shut my own. Now that I knew it was live. Now that I could see its full form, never that followed me home and saw its obsession with me. I didn't want to experience that Terrence again. Next thing I knew, I was on my back. My bones aching in my skin. Flaming. I opened my eyes slowly to see the creature draped over my body. I felt a pain in the right part of my chest and looked out. I was horrified. My chest had been torn up. Rib cage and tissue all exposed in flayed, panic said. And quite easily. How was I alive? How did I know Blackout was this thing eating my spleen, My kidney, are my lungs. Next, I was horrified. You have not felt terror until you have been forced to witness a creature eating your own organs over your body. I couldn't move. I couldn't pass out. I couldn't die. I wanted to die. The pain was unbearable. Psychological strain, I must have felt at the time would have driven a person to insanity. But I was still conscious, hadn't bled out. Why, why? I felt my flesh burning. I felt my mouth foaming. My head was spinning. I couldn't even handle the idea of watching myself being torn open and eaten like a bag of chips. Suddenly, the lights flicked on. The creature disappeared almost instantly. I heard a shriek. I saw the legs of both my parents and my dog yelping and control of Lee. As I passed out, I remember the sun feeling of relief as my mind faded into the black. I woke up in the hospital half a week later, somehow still alive. Apparently I lost my spleen and one of my kidneys. My flesh around the area of injury was also mostly artificial. According to the surgeon who greeted May, I looked around for my family. My parents were in the room. Instead, a man in a suit sat in a chair at the foot of my bud. He was small and had his hair gel back. I would say he was five foot six and seem to be about £160. Not much muscle on him he introduced himself is Mr Brent. He said it was a code name and I wouldn't need to know much about him. It gets seems to see a member or something. He paid for my entire operation. I wasn't quite sure what was up with the act of kindness, but it must have been expensive. Onley asked for were some answers to his questions. Bill might answer some of mine, so I told him this story. Then he filled in the gaps for me. I guess my parents had gotten a call from John telling them to come get me John fat that the alcohol. It hit me too hard. Since I see and completely phased out on the way back when my parents found me, they didn't see the creature, Only me lying there with my torso teller and open. They thought I was dead until they checked my pulse. Even the doctors in the ER said I should have been dead. Apparently, John was found dead the next morning and had apparently died on the walk from his driveway to his house. All his organs were missing. Did Mr Brown told me what this creature Waas He called it a wedding Go. Those things from Algonquin folklore. They eat human organs and hate light. Which is why I guess it shows an abandoned house to live in. Once you see one, it never stops chasing you. Most horrific of, although was its saliva. Apparently, it keeps humans alive and conscious throughout whatever wound is inflicted upon them so that they can feel the full terror and pain that the wedding go punishes them with until their heart is consumed. I asked him about the eyes. Apparently whoever he worked for didn't know about this. I guess I'm one of the few people to live through a dingo attack. So not much is known about, um, everybody else just out in the state, just like John Waas. I asked him if he was all right to talk to other people about this. He said it was fine and I could even posted online since nobody would believe me anyway, That was the last I had seen in Mr Brent for the week. Ah, week later, I was rushed out of the hospital by what appeared to be a SWAT team. I was put in the back of a white van. Surprisingly enough, my parents, my dog, Carly and Mr Brent. We're all sitting in the back. There were too bright lights blazing down on us from the ceiling of the van. I asked what was going on, my chest hurting from the pressure of my lungs expanding. Apparently we were being moved to a secure location. Mr. Brent had told my parents the story of my wedding. Go attack my father at first I thought it was ********, but complied. My mother simply wanted me to be safe. We got to the secure location within half an hour. Turns out it was a house far away from town, about five miles out in the middle of nowhere in an already rural location. While the movers that had our stuff, we're getting everything into the main corridor, Mr Brown explained the nature of his organization. But I could tell you left out many details. Apparently, they find people like me who survived paranormal attacks, then protect them in exchange for information. The house itself looked ridiculously expensive. He told us that it has a security system that causes lights to go on whenever movement is detected. Each room will always be lit when someone is inside, and the outside has large floodlights that only go on at night whenever they detect movements. It's the first house in the district connected to the town's power station, and it has 10 backup generators. Mr. Boehner gave us a schedule for times when we could leave the house safely from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Every day of the year as occasionally here the lights outside turn on. At first it startled me. But after a couple of nights in our house, I realized just how safe we were. Now I'm only ever nervous. Went all the lights turn on nearly instantaneously around the foundation, followed by the sound of flickering movement towards the brush. I often talk with my parents about the whole situation. They say they're just glad they could be sure that we're all safe and that Mr Brett and his organization were kind enough to help us. I often wonder if they're being hunted. If even Carly is being hunted, I want to ask Mr Brent so many questions. But he disappeared after the move in. I haven't seen the wedding go since that night, but it's possible I may look outside one night and see it staring at us, hoping for a chance to strike. I just hope that when that time comes, our fortress will hold up. As Mr Brent said, I'm posting this. It helps that whoever reads this will believe me. This'd isn't about trying to scare you or looking for media attention. This is awarding to everybody who spends late nights out. If you see a shadowy figure in the night. Do not leave the lights. Do not make the same mistake I did. There's a reason some houses are abandoned, and I fear I may have awoken one of those reasons.