Day 8 – The beginning

They blamed me for leaving the door open again. I swear it wasn’t me. I always lock the door after I come in. My roommates were bugging’. I decided that today is the day that I actually leave the door open to prove a point. They’re so caught up that something is about to happen to them. What are the odds? Right before I left to work, I kept the door unlocked and left. I realized 20 minutes in my car ride to work what I had done, I had to get back before they realized it was actually unlocked. Such a stupid point to prove. I decided that I would go on my first break at work before anyone got up and I would unlock the door.

Once my break hit, I hurried to my car and rushed home. I approached the house and could’ve sworn the door was partially opened. As I got closer to the door, it slowly crept open. Something didn’t feel right. I stood at the entrance, debating whether to enter my own home. I walked in and realized it was DEAD silent. What I entered was a slaughterhouse crime scene. Each of my roommates have been slain and slashed, leaving me in shock with my first instinct of flight. As soon I turned around to the leave the house to run for safety, it was written in blood across the top of the door, “don’t forget to lock the door”.

Day 7 – 7 words

This world put me in isolation

I scrape at the walls eternally

Empty is my heart with no hope

At midnight I paint the patterns neat

I drop my utensil and refocus my design

I shriek once I triumph over defeat

Day 6- Let the Music Play

Home isn’t Litchfield

Home isn’t Avondale

Home isn’t Phoenix

Got no home for me

Time is wasting

Time is priceless

Time is not on my side

Got no time to slow down

Inspired by Burnin’ for you by Blue Oyster Cult

Day 5 – Genre Mashup

Me and you

It’s just me and you

Just us two

We’re the last alive so what do we do?

It’s me and you

Just us two

There’s no one left

So why don’t we screw

Apocalyptic day dreams

Last lover frenemies

Last resort single pairs

Never mind dirty underwear

It’s me and you

Just us two

We’re the last alive so what do we do

It’s me and you

Just us two

There’s no one left

So why don’t we screw

Zombie kisses cutie pie

Hold me tight until we die

We wait for saving wishful thoughts

Will you still be here when it stops

It’s just me and you

Just us two

We’re not the last alive

So what do we do

It’s me and you

Just us two

I think I could cry

Once the world recoups

Day 4- Vacancy

Two shot glasses clinked together and whiskey splashed out the sides. “Cheers fucker!” Shouted Jayce. It was another celebratory Friday; every Friday was a day to celebrate. Nothing like bringing the weekend in and ending hard work over some cold brews and strong whiskey! “Another round!” Chance demanded the bartender at Rusty Saloon. “Bro?! Another one?” Jayce asked knowing he wasn’t going to refuse another shot. These brothers worked hard and partied harder right on the borderline of the Northern Cheyenne Rez. Chance responded “Yeah and another round for the bar!” the rowdy Rusty Saloon crowd cheered as they anticipated their next beers.

              The crowd died down and Jayce and Chance ended the night buzzing off their asses. They decided to get on the road. Rock paper scissoring at the car door. Jayce won and Chance wined in defeat as he had to drive home. Drunk driving wasn’t common, it’s just this time the sober driver that usually shuttles the Rusty Saloon’s clientele was out sick that night. But it’s not like they haven’t done it before, they went into the bar thinking they would have a DD. Chance got in the driver seat and Jayce buckled in on the passenger’s side. Chance wasn’t chancing any reckless driving. He kept his composure as it was a 20-mile ride home on roads that were 55mph. He decided to drive at 25 mph.

“Hurry up fucker! I’m tired”

“You drive then!”

“No, no,no, you’re doin’ goot!”

The two bickered.

Chance got to the point where he was seeing double vision and with 15 miles to go he didn’t want to risk it. “I’m gonna pull over by Crazy heads, we’ll just pass out until I sober up” They pulled over at a familiar secluded lake that usually was a place to hang out and swim during the day. It was fall though, so the lake was isolated. No one every really goes there once Summer left. Chance pulled his seat back and begin to doze off in sleep. Jayce got in the back and passed out.

Ch ch ch ch ch ch . A sound started to creep.

Ch ch ch Ch. Heavy feet started dragging

CH CH CH CH CH CH!  The sound grew insidious and Chance woke up from how cold it gets in the fall nights. Reaching down to 30 degree in the fall months. He looked around, the whole area was covered in black and the moonlight wasn’t enough to light up the forest. CH CH CH CH CH. Chance looked around to see where the sound was coming from. It reminded him of his dad’s heavy feet walking across the creaky wood floors at night. He started to feel the hairs on his neck stand up, he felt a presence near. He laid back down and felt a dark shadow at the back-seat window right above Jayce’s head. The dark shadow peeked in with red glowing eyes. The shadow’s head tilted back and forth examining a sleeping Jayce. “Jayce…” Chance whispered “Jaaaaaayyyccce……” The shadow imitated and looked up at Chance. Chance turned away and pretended to sleep. The figure ch ch ch ch towards Chance’s window. He felt the red glowing eyes gazing at him. Now all the hairs on Chance’s body stood straight up. “Jayce…” Chance continued to whisper, “Jayce wake up, man…” “Jayyyccceee, wake up….” The figure imitated Chance again.

After what felt like hours, the figure ch ch ch ch’ed away into the darkness. Chance laid frozen in shock of what he might’ve witnessed. He looked at the doors and realized they weren’t locked and frantically pressed the cars doors. He couldn’t go back to sleep after that. He stayed up until the birds started chirping. Jayce finally woke up and breathe out the condensation that always indicated how cold it really was. “Fuck, I’m cold! You sober now? I’ll drive us home, watch out!” Jayce declared. Chance laid frozen stiff. “Move!” Jayce tried to get Chance out of the driver seat. “Whoa, what’s wrong with you? You look like you seen a ghost!”

Day 3- Creature Feature

When I was a little girl, there was a time at night when the spirits would corrupt my parents and turn them into monsters. I’d watch them transform in front of my very eyes. A child exposed to tremendous horror.  I couldn’t understand why they wanted my parents, their possession caused them to fight, caused them to fuck, and caused them to bite. The spirits never went away.

As I became a teen, the spirits wanted me. They already took my brother. He became a monster then I became one too. One by one they took me and all my siblings. Why did they want us I cried? I lived with these spirits for most of my life, they come and go and assure me they’re normal, it’s a rite of passage. Ever so often I would defeat the spirits but then they turned me again.

Today, I still fight these spirits, but I keep my monstrous self at bay, because you see, they never really leave, we just become better and caring for the monster. I refuse to let these spirits win.

Day 2- Are you afraid of the Dark?

Failing miserably in the cycles im trying to break.

Day 1- Horror Movies

Today’s challenge is take your favorite horror movie and tell a story in the same universe. I chose the movie Hereditary. This movie left me scared shitless. I always wondered what happened after and this is my rendition in flash fiction format.

It’s been six years since they discovered the Graham family. I’ve only really known Peter Graham. If it wasn’t for his mother’s deadline for some type of art exhibition, they would’ve never been discovered. Turns out the discovery was more twisted than anyone could have thought. She turned their lives into a performative art piece. Officials discovered body parts and his sister Charlie’s head sitting on top of a wooden sculpture with a golden spiked crown. There were two other headless body kneeled down as if they were worshiping something, or someone….but Peter’s remains were never found. Rumors circulated that he did it. The moments leading up to the discoveries of his bodies didn’t help his case.

              Me and Peter had been friends since grade school. The last moments I remember him alive were abrupt but still clear in my mind. I still think about the panic attack he was having when we were toking behind the bleachers. Crying in agony for us to “hold his hand” It still haunts me as if it were yesterday. Their family had been through a lot death so the grief was heavy. First his grandmother then his sister in which he seemed to blame himself. He never did talk about it but it showed. I remember hearing of him banging his head against the table. That incident shook the school to its core. I didn’t know what to make of it. That was the last time seeing him.

              As much as I was cool with Peter, I couldn’t bring myself to ever go near his old residence after the deaths. Some say and swear they can hear chanting in the treehouse at night. If anyone ever wanted to put a fright in themselves, that would be a place to go. But I could never bring myself to do it, out of respect for his family out of respect for him. It just doesn’t seem right to be near the place. Murder-Suicides can taint any familiar space tremendously and I fear this moment is no exception.

Every now and I again I wake up in cold sweats hearing him cry for help.  I just think his last moments alive forced a trauma in me like no other. I remember this today because I haven’t thought of him in years but I think I saw him but then again someone looked awfully like him only it wasn’t him.