HORROR Short Story
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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then we heard it. Elizabeth's voice Help me, please, Richie, Sam, Robert, Somebody help me! It didn't sound natural. It sounded like her. But in a way it didn't. This is impossible. We we watched her die, Dylan yelled. How is she still alive? He took off for the woods in the direction of the voice I couldn't grab him and he ignored, are pleased to come back. I'm going to get Elizabeth. She's still alive. Those where his final words. We've shown our flashlights on him as he went past the tree line, and that's when we saw it. Ah, large, pale gray creature lunched forward. It had lifeless eyes, long modeled black and gray hair and long, slender clause, which it dug into Dylan's flesh. It must have been 8 ft tall. At least it's long, gnarled teeth showed as it screamed in Dylan's face before tearing into his throat. All we could do was watch on in horror. Dylan fell to his knees. Is the creature began ravaging him, tearing him to pieces. It looked like a large, emaciated humanoid, but it appeared to have incredible strength. Richie and I opened fire as soon as we realized Dylan was dead and there was no saving him. The bullets tor through its flesh, but it did not react. Instead, it pulled Dylan's mangled corpse into the woods as it took off running, letting out long Screeches as it ran, breaking limbs off of trees like toothpicks. Rich and I both emptied our weapons into the beast, and it didn't even faze it. Erica was crying hysterically. Richie and I reloaded as fast as we could. We heard Ah, horrible crunching sound in the trees, like a dog eating a ham bone. We all looked at each other in shock and horror. It must have been getting close to daylight. The creature didn't seem to like light, as it would periodically throughout the night. Come and watch us. Screech had us in the woods but never come close to the firelight. It also fled from our flashlights. We all thought that as long as we kept the fire going, we would survive until daylight. If the creature fled from the sun, we would make our escape. That's that's when it started to rain. We began throwing things into the fire, frantically trying to keep the light alive. But the fire grew duller and duller as the rain beat down harder. The creature was inching closer as the light died. It evaded our flashlights with incredible speed and came almost within striking range. It was so close I could smell it. Now the smell of rotting flesh. We could see its black teeth and it's rotting mouth, the vein standing out against its grace skin, that rotting flesh at the end of its claws as it began grabbing at us, trying to pull us away. Rich and I opened fire directly at the monster, and it began to screech in pain and stumbled backwards, only to regain its footing and lunch forward again. Justus. We both emptied our magazines, Robert yelled. Get down! I looked over my shoulder and seen him brandishing a flare gun Genius, it hates the light. If we stick a flare in its flesh, it might just flee. But Robert did even better than that. He fired a bright ball of white phosphorus directly into the monster screeching mouth. It flailed around horrendously. Is the flare burned away inside its mouth. It gave Richie and me enough time to reload and begin firing on it again. We were on the last of our hemo now, and if it didn't die, we were ******. Robert loaded another flare and let it fly into the monster. This one stuck into its chest and it and it fell down. We swarmed it with whatever weapons we had left. Richie and I opened fire until we had nothing left while the rest of the group jumped on it with knives and axes. It let out its last, awful squelches. Erica drove a large splitting acts into its head. We retreated back to the camp, watching the monster cautiously, fearing it may jump back up and in charge at any minute. We sat there not saying a word until the sun came up. As the rain subsided and the sun cleared through, we immediately left the camp with everything left behind and made for our vehicles. By the time we escaped the woods, we were completely exhausted, and as the shock subsided, we began to sob and and try to make sense of what had happened in those woods. We decided that it would be best if we told everyone a grizzly bear had gotten our friends. Nobody would believe the true story anyway. And during the funerals, we vowed to never speak of it again. I don't speak to my old friends much these days. We mostly went our separate ways. After the incident. The only one I did speak to was Richie, but he committed suicide about a year after it happened with the very same shotgun he held his ground with on that dreadful night. And on nights where I can't drink the image out of my mind, he comes to me in my dreams, screeching, rabidly flailing, ready to kill.