Our Horrifying Tales: Our Creation A Short Story

We Created Her?

These are the words I found written upon the wall:

"It was a snowy night. The lights from the tall buildings which stared down at us
condescendingly made it impossible to see the stars, which was extremely different from the
rural area we called home. Cornfields stretched for miles, and the angels eyes which lit up the
night sky were always visible back home, but here in the big city life was so fast and large it
seemed even the stars had been forgotten. As I stared out the window in awe I wondered what
else I was being made blind to.
My Dad, had decided to take me and my 2 older brothers, Lionel and Tae'mar, on a trip. He
said he wanted us to see the world, and thought it important that we be exposed to more than
just the boring blocks we were restricted to back home in Indiana. We had always been a
traveling family, but ever since my momma died he made sure that we did so even more. Me
and my brothers never spoke about it, but we knew this was because he was deeply saddened
by her death, and needed to escape their house as often as he could. Some nights he would
sleep in our rooms because he couldn't bare laying to sleep without her, and others he would
lay out drunk on the living room couch, and even though he would attempt to hide it we could
hear his whimpering from our bedrooms.
As we made our way to our condo, dad would almost swerve, and wreck the car claiming that
he saw a woman standing in the street. He rubbed his eyes, and blamed it on his fatigue, but
me and Lionel who sat in the backseat had been shaken out of our sleep. However given that
we were only 5 minutes out, and going to have to wake up shortly anyways we decided to stay
up the rest of the way. But if we had made the decision to go back to sleep, it would be
overruled anyways. Dad decided to keep himself up he needed to put the radio on full blast.
"SKEE-YEE if you see me and you trynna' say wassup-" Sexxy Redd began to rap through the
speakers, before my dad switched the station.
"Hell naw," he said "we ain't finna' listen to no whore music now. I don't want y'all to get that
implanted in y'all heads and think y'all finna bring a Sexxy Redd home."
"Well you ain't gotta worry about that with Tae'mar, he only pull white girls. Milk Man. Milk
Man." Lionel teased from the backseat.
Tae'mar who had his head lost in a book in the front seat rolled his eyes, and ignored him.
"Aye you never know your brother might pull through and bring a Soul Sista home." Dad said.
"Well pops I don't think 'Soul Sistas' like niggas with hey dudes, that dress like Tyler the creator
if he never made it." Lionel replied.
Tae'mar had finally looked up and was about to reply, until dad cut the radio back up.
"Ouuuuuu what y'all lil' niggas know about this man." He said.
"I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem, and yea I like to fuck I gotta fuckin' problem! I
love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem, and yea I like to fuck I gotta fuckin' problem..." he
rapped along passionately all the way until we reached the condo.
As we brung our bags inside, I stared off into the distance looking at what I thought was a half
naked woman dancing, and smiling, but as I looked closer I seen it was only a tree blowing in
the wind. I wiped my eyes, and continued inside where I seen my dad standing in the center of
the living room with tears streaming down his cheek.
"Dad you good?" I asked.
"Huh- oh, yea. Im good son." He said wiping his eyes
Before I could follow up however we heard Lionel scream "DAD!" from the bathroom. My dad
snapped out of whatever trance he was in and rushed to the bathroom, and tried to open the
door but it was locked.
"Lionel! You alright?" Dad asked.
But the only reply we got from Lionel was the sound of him gasping and fighting for air. My dad
in a panicked adrenaline filled mode kicked the bathroom door off of the hinges. But as soon
as he did so all the lights in the house cut out. He quickly fumbled for his phone light, and
when he finally got it what was seen was my brother laying out on the floor. His skin was a
deathly purple, his neck was twisted all the way around so that it looked like his head was
placed on backwards, and the expression on his face was one of pure terror.
Dad covered my eyes, but it was too late the image was already replaying over, and over again
in my head. As he backed me away from the Lionel's body he seen the same half naked
woman I seen outside staring at him with a sadistic smile wiped across her face. He threw me
behind him.
"Who the hell are you?!" He yelled furiously.
But the woman did not respond she just continued looking with a smile. My dad then made a
dash for his gun which lay on the coffee table in front of his, but in a move faster than my eyes
could even perceive the woman tackled him through the wall. She then wrapped her body
around his and began eating his flesh. His screams became silent, and I knew that he was
dead. I just stood paralyzed in fear watching as she chewed through my fathers flesh. I wanted
to run but my legs just wouldn't move the only reaction my body would give was tears, but as I
watched I noticed something truly disturbing she wasn't just eating my fathers body, she was
also kissing it in a very intimate way. As my dad lay there disfigured and picked apart she took
her final bite before looking up at me. She stood up to approach me but before she could even
take a step Tae'mar came flying In tackling the strange woman to the floor. He began to wail on
her punching her face with every ounce of strength he had in his body, and strangely she didn't
retaliate or even block she just continued to smile as he punched her. But as soon as he turned
his eyes from her, and yelled for me to run, the woman stuck her hand through his chest, and
grabbed his heart. She fondled with his heart until it finally stopped beating and his body
collapsed to the side of her. She then placed the heart down gently beside his head, and began
to laugh maniacally. She finally continued her path toward me, but I still could not get myself to
move. My mind was shouting at me, and my heart was pounding at high speed, but my feet
however were still frozen, and my eyes were locked on to her even as the tears slid down my
cheek and splashed the cold hardwood floor on which we stood. As she got closer I was
blessed with a better look at her. Her body was beautiful, but her skin was charred, and peeling
as if she had been burnt 10 times over. She wore practically no clothes, and her facial structure
was constantly changing into that of different women. Her hair however stayed the same, in
long, big, matted, kinky, clumps that hung down to the middle of her back, and now dripped
the blood of my slain family. When she finally got face to face with me, her face shifted into my
mother's. She kissed my forehead softly.
"Don't look away." She whispered.

Everything went black, and I awoke in the corner of a bedroom where I seen a beautiful dark
skinned woman surrounded by old white men, with lust dripping from their mouths. They
penetrated her forcefully, taking turns passing her around as she tried in vein to fight back.
They only stopped when a tall fat white man, with a golden cane walked in, and a deep
southern accent commanded that they do so.
"Things was jus' gettin' fun." One of the men complained as he hurried to put his pants back
on.
"Fuck you." The woman cried before spitting on the man's cheek.
The man was about to smack her in retaliation, but the old fat white man knocked him down
with the cane.
"I told ya' I need her to be perfect for the show, and it's her turn to go up. You raise a hand to
her now I'll kill you." The man said sternly. Begrudgingly the men left the room swearing that
they would have her killed.
The fat man took her by the hand, and helped her to her feet, "Don't you worry now. I won't let
them boys kill ya' I still got money to make off ya'." The man said.
The woman didn't reply she just stared down at her feet and wiped away her incoming tears.
"Follow me. I got a new get up for ya'. That I know the people gon' love." He continued leading
her out of the room. I followed them out to another room where he and a small white woman
dressed her in a very revealing, tight, red dress covered in jewels which sparkled beautifully
underneath light. They then masked her lips in a bright red lipgloss which matched the color of
the dress. Behind me I heard the cheer of a crowd, and when I turned around I was suddenly
on stage, but I noticed they weren't looking at me in fact they seemingly couldn't even see me.
I looked behind me to see they were watching the same woman with a red dress preform. She
sung with angelic, and euphonious voice however the crowds reaction where everything but.
In fact they were mixed, and confused with some saying things like, "why is she dressed like a
whore." And "I'd never let my daughter come to be like her." And others simply acknowledging
how beautiful she sounded, and saying that "her freedom of dress code is liberating." As she
approached the front of the stage where I was standing I looked up, to see her wearing the
same sadistic smile the charred woman was wearing after she killed my brother. Upon noticing
this I looked down to see that the charred woman had grabbed my hand tenderly, and when I
looked back up I was standing in the center of our condo in a pool of blood. We shared a
laugh, and she kissed me once more on my cheek before leaving. I wanted to write this story
for everyone to read, but I didn't have anything to write with, so I decided to use their blood.
We created her. We created her. We created her. From Lionel, Tae'Mar, Dad, and Me."

"And when I found the kid he was sitting in their blood listening to Fuckin' Problems by Asap
Rocky on his IPhone." The officer reported to the chief.
"I see, Did you see any signs of anybody else being there?" The chief asked.
"No sir." The officer started, "but chief I don't think one kid could have done all that."
"Honestly it's hard for me to believe as well, but the news already got a hold of the story, and
their not going to believe the ghost girl tale that that kid is giving us. Plus he's been smiling,
and laughing ever since we've brought him into custody he could really just be psychotic, and
had orchestrated the death of his family. Even if he's not the only one guilty here how else do
you explain him solely surviving and playing in their blood?" The chief asked
"I don't know." The officer answered.
"Me neither." The chief replied
A police team arrested the boy, and charged him with the manslaughter of his Father, and 2
brothers. He decided to take the stand, despite his lawyers warning against it, and when being
cross examined he maintained the same story he wrote on the wall.