Collection of stories from 2014-15

A Normal Evening

Frank was a very normal guy who lived a very normal life. He lived in a normal town full of normal people who loved normal things.

And Frank lived in a normal house; in fact, the house was rather boring! At least, that's what he thinks. As the narrator of this story I know everything and I know this was certainly a unordinary house. Even though this house was a two story and had a nice porch and a nice bathroom, this house was not normal in the least.

Now this tale of horror begins with Frank, enjoying a normal evening with some normal tea, in his normal house, watching normal TV. But if this is a horror story everything I have just named is not normal at all.

Frank was sitting in his comfy recliner in his living room, watching TV(Duck Dynasty), and drinking tea. Frank had been drinking a lot of tea, so much tea he could have filled a bathtub with the stuff. So you could imagine he had to pee, really bad. So Frank paused the program and went to relieve himself.

As he was relieving himself, he thought of how great his life was because it was normal. He loved being normal because it just felt right. Frank was normal and he was proud of it. Unfortunately he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he,shall I say, messed up his aim. Frank sighed as he looked at the mess he had just created; he decided he would have to clean that up.

But let's skip this part of the story, because I don't want to describe what he did next and I'm sure you don't want me to describe it either. It is too gross to think about.

Anyways, after Frank cleaned up he put away the cleaner in his cupboard. But he seemed to have developed a headache from all of those cleaning chemicals so he returned to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and got some Advil. After he took the Advil Frank shut the cabinet but much to his suprise, there in the mirror, was writing written in blood. And the writing said: GET OUT NOW.

Frank stumbled back and fell into the bathtub. He hit his head on the rim of the tub and blacked out. When he came too, the blood in the mirror was gone, as if it had dripped into the sink and drained away. Frank decided that his tea that he was drinking earlier must have been bad or something; he decided that the writing was just a hallucination. Frank got out of his bathtub and climbed down the stairs to continue watching TV. However, that plan was aburuptly put to a end.

Frank's "perfectly normal" TV had turned to static. But the TV DID have something on it though; oh yes, the TV had more bloody writing on the screen. It said: WE ARE WARNING YOU, GET OUT.

It was then Frank decided that he needed some fresh air to clear his head. He stepped onto the porch and took five deep breaths. One, two, three, four, five breathes he took. Frank felt much better after that. He turned around and screamed. Yet again, Frank found more bloody writing but this time it was written on his door. The writing said: SERIOUSLY DUDE!? YOURE STILL HERE!?

Frank tore open the door and ran up the steps two at a time. He needed to get to sleep; maybe this was a dream and all he needed to do was wake up. He ran into his bedroom, slammed his door shut, and desperately tried to sleep.

Now, before I continue with this story of Frank's unavoidable demise, I'd like to ask why do a lot of people in horror stories think that this is a dream? Why do they cling onto the faint hope of life when it does not exist? As the narrator of this story I wonder, because it is baffling to me that they do that. Oh well, the victims of horror stories deserve to die with something I guess, the hope that does not exist. Now back to the demise of Frank.

Frank tried for at least a hour but sleep did not come to him. Then Frank felt something dripping on his face. He opened his eyes and found that on his ceiling was writing, again more blood(seriously where did all this blood come from?) The final message said: DONT SAY WE DIDNT WARN YOU!

All of a sudden, Frank heard a knock at his bedroom door, quiet at first, but then getting louder and louder. The knocking got faster and faster, louder and louder, until it ended suddenly. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

The door suddenly fell off its hinges and landed in Frank's room with a bang. Frank cautiously peered over the end of the bed to look at it. The door had long claw marks and bite marks as if someone, or rather, something was trying to get in. And the worst part was, it succeeded.

Then Frank heard scuttling under his bed. The scuttling sounded like it belonged to something not very big, but something that was fast. And deadly.

"Look under the bed, Frank."

Frank thought there was no way in H-E double hockey sticks was he looking under there.

"Come on Frank, just a peek,"it whispered. The scuttling grew louder and louder.

It was then Frank decided to make a run for it. He slowly crawled to the end of his bed. The scuttling stopped as if the thing was listening for his next move. Frank decided it was now or never. Frank bolted off the bed. A gruesome arm with rotting flesh tried to grab him and barely missed, however the arm DID scratch him on the ankle.

Frank practically flew down the stairs as he made a run for the door. The thing may have been fast, but Frank was faster. He reached the front door and pulled at the handle frantically but the door would not open. He saw writing on the carpet and it said: HEY, YOU CHOSE TO STAY AND NOW YOU PAY THE PRICE. THE ILLUSION OF HOPE DOES NOT EXIST.

Frank muttered,"No no no. The can't be happening..."

He was so occupied with the door that he did not notice a thing creeping down the stairs silently. He did not notice the thing smiling as it pictured its next delicious meal. But Frank did certainly notice a shadow looming over him. The shadow had four long arms with almost equally long claws, two long legs, and razor sharp teeth turned into a smile. Frank slowly turned around....

"Hello friend."

The thing grabbed Frank and ran up the stairs. It dove under the bed, dragging Frank along. The door- the creature seemed to have put it back on the hinges- slammed shut.

And all the people for miles around heard the screaming.

There was a town full of normal people who loved normal things. They were very normal men and women who lived normal lives. In the town there was gossip about a man, this all happened a few days ago, that died in his house. When the police investigated the house, there was bloody writing all over the walls. The writing said things like: GET OUT, RUN AWAY NOW, and R.I.P FRANK. The police didn't have a clue what happened there.

In the master bedroom, there was a bloody mangled remains of a man; however when they found him he was partially alive and muttering,"hello friend." The paramedics tried to save him, but there was nothing to save.

The house was sold to different owners, a normal man and woman with three normal kids. However, after a few days, they could swear there were rats in the walls. The children heard knocking at their bedroom doors but there would be no one there. The parents would be watching TV and it would suddenly turn to static.

It continued for days on end. The family hoped it would stop but of course it continued. As the narrator I know the truth. The house was never normal and it would never be normal.

I know the truth.

Do you?

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This wasn't one of my better stories. I had to add just a touch of comedy to the story. This idea was not entirely mine, the idea was given to me by [redacted] (thanks buddy!)

For some reason, I had a British voice inside my head the whole time I was writing this. Sometimes I weird myself out :p