A Short Siren Head Horror Story

The Toolshed

Okay, so I just need to go the bridge, find my friends, bring them to the police, and wait for all of this shit to blow over! Oh my god, I can't believe I actually did it! Freddy took his rifle once more and made sure to reload it, placing the shells inside of the rifle and loading it. I just need to make sure I keep track of how many bullets I have left. I need to use them sparingly if I want to defend myself. A gun without bullets would practically be useless on this monster.

There was a map of the area in the tower that Freddy took along with him, so that he would know where the directions to the bridge were.

Then, he heard the sound of the sirens playing once more, coming from the forest. The siren alarm violently glitched out into an announcement-like speaking voice. Freddy could hear the deep yet distorted sound waves broadcasting him the message.

"Freddy d-doesn't know when to give up. He thinks he can save his friends. HA! Get a load of this guy! If I were him, I would just go down from that tower, walk out in the middle of the woods, and lay down on my back, and wait. Wait for what, you might say? *Do iT aNd YoU wIlL fInD oUt*!"

Yeah, no shit I'm not gonna do that, Freddy thought. That thing's trying to get inside of my head. And now he's just taunting me. I can't let these thoughts distract me from saving Caityln and Thomas. I just need to stay clear of that siren headed monster as I do it. Scared of what would happen next, Freddy cautiously walked down the tower staircase, holding his rifle firmly. When he reached the bottom, he waited and listened if there were any other broadcasts or loud footsteps in the distance. Nothing so far. Looks safe to start moving.

He started walking along the dirt path through the forest once more, the creaking branches of the dead trees making him more anxious as he continued. He heard what sounded like a faint fog horn in the distance to his left. Soon enough, a series of loud footsteps followed along with it. Freddy could see the camouflaged creature running through the treeline, slowly making its way towards him. The monster swung its massive thin arms around as it go closer. "Come at me, you motherfucker!", Freddy shouted, as he aimed his rifle near the creature's chest.

He pulled the trigger, releasing an ear-shattering boom and gun blast that struck the monster's torso region. It screamed out in pain for a few moments, losing its balance before strangely retreating back into the forest, away from Freddy. Huh, weird. I thought he would've put up more of a fight than that, he wondered. Maybe it thought it wasn't worth it, I suppose.

Freddy continued along the dirt trail into the more vegetated part of the forest now. It was getting much harder to see now, so he put his rifle behind his back and pulled out his flashlight instead. A collection of green pine trees, maple trees, tall grass, and other flora surrounded him. But no signal from the monster yet. It's a little deceiving too quiet, he wondered. Maybe he's luring me into a false sense of security.

A horrible cackling-like sound emerges from the trees. It was a distorted, childish sounding laughter that gave Freddy goosebumps as he listened to it. Instinctively, he tried to find a place to duck for cover. Luckily, one of the massive pine trees nearby had just room to hide under. He kneeled down underneath the tree, crouching down as he heard the monster's booming footsteps passed him by, getting a glance at the rusty legs on the creature just a few feet away from him. He waited until the creature had passed by completely. Holy shit, that was close, he thought.

Freddy got back on his legs again, and cautiously continued to travel through the forest. He could hear the creature's distant stomping getting progressively quieter, so he assumed the creature must've been heading away from him, for now at least. The boy kept his flashlight on and checked his surroundings, always making sure that the monster wasn't hiding still among the trees waiting to surprise him.

After what felt like half an hour of walking, Freddy saw a dim shining lamppost in the distance. From what he could make out, there was some kind of small building in front of him. The red colored wooden exterior made it seem as if it was a tool shed, in fact. Next to the toolshed was a broken down automobile. Freddy could tell it was broken because the entire front engine looked as if it had been torn out of the car, and all of the glass was shattered. That's already a bad sign.

I might as well stay here for a while if I need some shelter from that thing. I don't know how much farther away that bridge is, but let's see if there's anything in this shed that can help me, he thought. He approached the tool shed and reached the door entrance, only to find that the handle had already been broken off. The door was wide open. Was someone else here already? It was dark, so he didn't think so. He searched for a while before finally finding the light switch.

Inside were a series of wooden tables with all kinds of tools spread out across. Pliers, a saw, a pump handle, a hammer, and many other tools that didn't seem to be of much use to him. I might as well take the pliers and the hammer while I'm at it, he thought. As he explored more of the toolshed, he noticed that one of the windows had been shattered completely, and covered in what looked like...blood? From what he could tell, a large puddle of crimson was across the floor.

Freddy moved closer to examine it, and behind one of the workbenches, he found a mangled and mauled corpse, leaking blood across the floor. Freddy felt as if he was going to throw up from the horrific sight and smell of the decaying body. The body's fingers looked as if they had been twisted and broken several times over again, and where the victim's head should have been, there was nothing. Nothing but the bony part of the neck vertebrate and the fleshy rim was left over. That monster seriously bit his head off...and left his body in here?? Why?

The victim looked like a man in his late forties, so Freddy knew this couldn't have been Thomas or John's body. Then who was this poor bastard? He searched around, trying to find any clues on the whereabouts of this man, and came across a letter that looked like a cry for help.

"Guns ain't gonna kill it. Bear traps ain't gonna work. I drove my car into him and he just tore out the engine. If you hear sirens, run from it. It won't have any mercy. If you hear footsteps, your only hope is to be quiet and hide. If you don't hear anything, may God have mercy on your soul. DON'T TRUST THE STREET LIGHTS. - Billy"

Poor man. I can't imagine what his last few moments were like. In fact, I don't even know how his body ended up in here instead of outside, Freddy wondered. But he thought it was best not to think about Billy too hard. There was much more important things on the agenda to do.