Short Horror Story I Made In Middle School (Revised And Edited)

The Duck Song Short Story

A duck had walked up to a man running a simple lemonade stand before asking the man if he had any “grapes” the man said that they only sold lemonade and if he would like a glass. The duck’s only reply was to stare at him with a blank look and say that he would pass as he walked away.

The next day the duck had walked up to the man again and asked for any “grapes,” the man tells the duck once again that he only sells lemonade before offering another glass. The duck quickly declines the offer of lemonade and walks away but this time not taking his eyes off the man.

The next day the duck walks up to the man running the lemonade stand and asked if he has any “Glue.” The man ready to shout and shoo the duck away paused at the baffling question. The man stared at the duck; everything was wrong. No sound could be heard, the grass faded into a black abyss, the sky plummeting into darkness. He was surrounded by darkness, everything gone except for the duck. He looked at the duck, but the blank look remained and stared. Stared at him as if he were real, the man screamed as the duck’s mouth twisted into what looked like rows upon rows of sharp dark teeth as its eyes sunk back into its head, it grinned a sickening grin as its mouth started to overflow with blood, staining its disturbed maw of a beak. The man soon found it harder to breathe as he saw the duck waddle up to him just as it did the days prior. A simple walk, if others saw it would be called “cute.” Though as it neared a smell filled his nose. Decay. Pure rotting decay. The smell was so overwhelming, that he had blanked out.

  He awoke in his bed, his arms strapped to the sides of him. When he tugged at the straps, he felt pain, pain he couldn’t feel before. His arms; covered in blood-soaked bandages. He tugged harder this time trying to free his arm, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes at the searing pain. His arms felt broken, he didn’t know if the blood was his or belonged to another, not that he really cared, but just then his breathing stopped. There it stood at the door, the duck from his nightmare, illuminated in the dark by the lamp on his bedside.
The duck looked all ordinary, yellow feathers, orange beak, blank blackish brown eyes but one thing caught his eye. The blood. He pulled harder as the duck started to move, desperate to escape his bound bed.

  The duck moved quickly now standing at the end of his bed, he had not realized the duck never blinked. That ducks do not speak. He did not understand what was happening. Why was it happening, the duck screeched mouth opening wider than he had ever seen. The man wanted to cover his ears, he felt like his head would explode or his eardrums would cave, he closed his eyes hoping it would stop, that the pain would just go away, the duck would just leave him alone. Then it stopped. No screeching, the bindings gone in just in thin air.

The man opened his eyes, no duck. His heart did not slow, beating hard in his chest, painfully from fear. He lifted his arm slowly, not trying to cause any more pain to himself. He slowly raised himself from the bed before quietly walking over to the door the duck was previously standing moments before, he peaked his head around the corner of the door.

There it stood bigger than it was before, taller, but skinnier. Its feathers had all fallen off leaving it a tall naked being with the head of a misshaped duck or at least looked like from behind.

  Looking down the hallway, trying not to alert the creature standing not farther than 10 feet away with its back turned to him. He quickly locked it before quietly walking over to the window on the opposite side of the room, he opened it and nearly fell out the window.

He stared over the apartment window, bodies littered the ground below, all cut and slashed at as if something were simply killing for sport. He backed away from the window, he felt his lunch from before coming up vigorously, spilling across his carpet floor, staining the fabric. He felt dizzy. He stumbled back tearing his eyes away from the horrible sight.

“Please.” He sobbed aloud. “Please God make this end. Kill me if you must. Just end my suffering!” He cried. He received no response from his God. All he could hear was the demon on the other side of the door.

“This is your punishment. For you have sinned. This is your hell, and you will remain here for the rest of eternity.” A loud booming voice, deeper than the darkest of nights, said to him.
Despite the door separating the two he could feel the demon’s eyes peering at him through the door.

“My hell...?” He whispered as hot tears spilling from his eyes.

He could not remember the last time he truly cried. He clenched his fist as he slowly rose from the floor. He charged, running towards the window he previously tried not to look at, he heard the door behind him being kicked in as the demon screeched and followed in hot pursuit across the room.

He felt glass dig into his skin as he had successfully broken the window, flying out headfirst. He opened his eyes; he was back in the real world. He was plummeting towards the ground at rapid speed. He could feel his muscles relax as the ground came ever closer.
‘I’m going to die’ he thought.

He closed his eyes and welcomed the pavement of the ground below. Everything hurt. He choked, unable to breathe as the blood filled his lungs and throat. He could faintly hear people rushing around him but not able to understand their panicked voices. Everything went black. He opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in his life.

He could see a yellow duck walking up to him as he stood behind the counter of his small lemonade stand.

“Hey, do you have any grapes?” the duck asked.

He carefully replied with a simple no and instead offered a glass of his homemade ice lemonade. The duck said, “I’ll pass.” before walking away.
“I told you. You will remain here for eternity.” A voice quietly whispered in the back of his head.