midnight macabre

so this is that short story i told a few of you about, its pretty ridiculous. i wrote it in the middle of the night after waking up in sweat about 2 years ago, i dont really remember if it was a dream or if it jsut came to me. i think it just came to me after i woke up, my computer was on so i just decided to type. but, this isnt a work of art, or poetic or anything like that it's more jsut me writing freely for about 10 minutes in a really weird state of mind, with no real direction, it's kind of just unnecessarily violent, it just shows me how fucked up and far i can let my mind go .....enjoy

The Midnight Macabre

I get in to my car and pull the lights on. I follow the light into the woods, and what seems to be standing there is a tall creature, with shaggy dirty hair all over its body. It has red eyes and fangs; it stands like sasquatch looking down at the ground. It bends over to pick something up and I lean in against my steering wheel, captivated in fascination. To my surprise I leaned in just far enough to hear what seemed like an orchestra playing that loud, abrupt dissonant chord in a horror movie where the good guy is by himself and out of no where comes an axe to his scull, leaving the audience in utter shock and confusion…and a little damp in their seats. But, only this time it’s not a movie, this is real and I just beeped my horn at some demon-looking creature about 20-feet away while my headlights are piercing through the woods at 160,000,000 miles per second lighting him up like New York City on Christmas Eve.

So he immediately stands straight up and we make eye contact. Now I’m starring the son of a bitch straight in the eyes and the only thing I can think about is how he’s gonna fucking eat me alive. I can picture him darting straight for me and before I can even think he’s already through the windshield with my face caught between his teeth. Or maybe, I throw it in reverse, back out and haul ass down the road and the very moment I think I lost him and I start laughing: silly bastard, cant you cant out run a car”, I hear my window breaking and I can feel my face being shredded by his long thick claws like a rabid Grizzly Bear shredding a person who was just feeding its cubs. With my last breath I cut the wheel, smashing him in to a tree. I slam the brakes and just when I think “I gotta get to the hospital, but I cant see anything because my eyes dangling like Newton’s Balls out of my sockets”, He punches through my seat and my chest with my heart in his hand. He slowly crushes is it spraying my own blood on my mangled face killing me instantly( or maybe it would be slow and painful......). Or maybe I throw it into reverse and look behind me to back up and look back in front of me to see he’s gone, so I look behind me again to finish backing up and the bastards in the back seat. I fantasize it grabbing me by my head and pulling me out of the car, he holds me up by my right shoulder and ripping my left arm clean off and devouring it. Then he twists off my right arm while holding me down with his clawed hand in my rib cage ripping out each of my ribs one by one. He shoves two claws through my eyes, stepping in my mauled torso for leverage to pull my head off with my spine.

Then I snap out of it realizing that he’s gone and I panic throw it into reverse and kick the gas pedal like fucking Lu-Kang kicks shang tsung's ass in the mortal kombat movie, but the car isn’t moving and I don’t know why. Did I flood the engine with my super-karate kombat kick? Is there gas in the car? IS THE FUCKING BATTERY DEAD!? (which is always the case with me) How long was I daydreaming about the abominable yeti with a mean grille ripping me to pieces? Then it dawned on me like morning, I DIDN’T START MY CAR!!! So I start the damn thing and flew down my street. Never quite knowing if I ever really did see that Monster. Only knowing how sick and twisted my mind is.