Saturday, June 14, 2014

Your Daily Horror


Becca Hart brings horror fans a new blog with a horror short every day. Here are just a few of them…


Day 38

Look at the back of your hand.
Is it as you remember?
Has anything changed?
Are your veins still flowing with blood?
Do they flow with something else?
Are they even veins?

They are not all veins.
On your right hand where a prominent vein should be
is a scorpion.
It sits under your skin but not so far that you can't
see it.
It waits for you to look away.
When you do it burrows further into your skin.

If you've never seen the scorpion under the skin of
your right hand, I'm sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
The most you will live is a week.
Expect blinding pain and internal bleeding.

Day 39

It started small, as most things do.
You spat blood when you brushed your teeth.
Just a little at first.
Then your teeth began to fall out.
The dentist had no explanation, neither did the doctor.

Your new teeth don't feel right.
False ones that were surprisingly cheap.
You adjusted slowly until your new teeth began to grow in.
You had no idea how, the dentist said you were seeing things,
your teeth were gone.
He gave you the number for a psychiatrist.

Your new teeth are fully grown in now.
They are a lot bigger, more pointed.
Nobody else can see them still.
You bite at your arm to make sure they are real.
The blood running down your arm suggests they are.

The blood.

The delicious blood.
Why have you never done this before?
You can't seem to get enough of it.
Your arms are falling to pieces but you can't bring yourself
to stop.

They find you with no arms, most of your legs torn to
shreds and eaten.
They are never heard from again.
You are still hungry.

Day 40

Humans are weak.
We can survive on average less than a month without water. 
How long do you think you can survive for?
1 week, 3 weeks?
A day?
A lifetime?

Someone you knew found out the hard way.
They upset the balance. 
They drew too much attention to themselves. 
They paid the price.

I will not tell you what they did but I will tell you the consequences.
They awoke as usual. 
Left the house as usual.
The only thing wrong was the vague taste of iron in their mouth.
Anything they consumed made it worse.

Their tongue felt heavy as lead.
It wouldn't move.
It spread.
They lie trapped in their own body, overwhelmed by the taste of metal.

They want so desperately to scream.
Scream their apologies.
Their regrets.
The things they see stalking you.
The things I see stalking you.

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