Short Horror Stories to Read at Night

Story 3 - The Abomination

"A long time ago, explorer Richard Cowensmith was out in the lands of Egypt, searching for treasures no man would dare to find. He made millions looking for treasures, he wanted more, and more. He stumbled upon a tomb that was said to hood a curse for those foolish enough to open it. He was never one to believe in curses, so he opened the tomb. Different colored gems and beaming gold shined from the tomb. He stated in awe, as he started to collect the loot inside the sarcophagus, and then his skin started to decay at rapid rates, his eyes became beaming white, as his limbs were stretched and shortened. The man looked hideous, his teeth were cracked and yellow, his fingernails snapped to the skin, blood spilled from his toes and fingers, the man looked hideous. He wrapped himself in the many first aid kits he had on him in case. And now, it is said he roams the darkest areas of Egypt, wielding an axe to kill for those who dare stare at his face. At least, that's what it's said to be about. Legends are crazy man," Owen said, as they traveled across the desert,
"Ya think? What guy suddenly starts looking like a zombie after collecting loot from some dead guy?" Wyatt joked, as he took a sip from his water bottle he had packed.
They continued to travel across the desert, talking about random things as they hiked, going nowhere in particular,
"Hey, look down there," Wyatt remarked, pointing towards a shack made from decaying wood with no windows on either side.
"Should we check it out?" Owen asked, as they started to hike towards the shack,
"I don't see why not, could find something cool there," Wyatt responded, shrugging his shoulders as they got closer.
As they approached, they could see the clearly boarded up holes in the walls, bugs crawled all over it, like rotten meat in a garbage bin. The house looked like it was going to collapse at the slightest breath, being held together by weak metal beams, clearly rusted from being out,
"Damn, this shit is rotten," Owen remarked, leaning in for a closer look at the abstract wooden patterns,
"Not to mention the smell, smells like total shit in here," Wyatt pointed out, squinting his face as he held his nose together,
"Let's just head inside, if we find nothing more then shit stains or grandpa's ashes we're out," Owen joked, as he tried to open the door,
"The hell this door made out of?! Titanium?!" Owen yelled, as he tried to force the door open,
"Stand back, I got this," Wyatt said, as he patted his shoulder,
"What the hell are you-" Owen started, as Wyatt charged at the door.
The door swung off its rusted hinges, as it landed on the ground. Revealing it to be empty, with a hatch sealed shut by a rusted lock.
"Hey, Kool-aid man, can you bust through this?" Owen sarcastically asked, Wyatt rolling his eyes,
"Yeah, sit back and watch," Wyatt said, as he walked over.
He started to start kicking down on the lock, after a few minutes of hard stomps and chips of metal flying off, the lock busted open, and he stepped back to catch his breath,
"Oh wow, surprising," Owen said, looking down at the busted lock.
"Shut up, just look inside," Muttered Wyatt, as he stood up straight from his stretching,
"Yes sir," Owen responded, as he gripped the hatch to the door.
Owen flung the door wide open, as he stared into the dark abyss below, they both saw a white dot inside the darkness,
"Hey what's that?" Wyatt asked, as he stared at the dot,
"No idea..." Owen replied, leaning in to get a better view.
A faint scrape sound would ring, as a rusted blade swept down onto Owen's forehead, as a heavily distorted figure arose from the darkness below.
"OWEN, OH SHIT-" Wyatt screamed, as he backed up, watching as the bandaged figure approached with his hatchet.
The figure looked like something out of a cartoon show, it's arms nearly touched the floor, with nails sharper than a knife, it's torso so small it blended with the arms, as for the legs.. the legs were horribly bent in ways no human should bend them, one leg looked to be smaller then the other, the neck so long it would crack with every twitch and head turn,
"LEAVE, NOW!" The figure yelled, as it chased after Wyatt, tripping on small hills of sand as he ran, tears struck his face as he thought about Owen, and the axe mark in his head from this creature.
Wyatt eventually tripped from running, and looked back to see the figure approaching closely, raising his hatchet.
"You fool, you dare disrupt my peaceful living? Now you will pay, no man will ever see my face, it will cost them their life! I'm no ordinary man! I'm a monster, cursed to walk the land of the living with a grotesque body structure.."
"I'm an abomination..."

The figure swung, Wyatt saw the axe blade dig into his brain, as he felt his head crush and explode, as everything went black, still able to feel the blood and broken skull trickle down his face, as he lost consciousness.