31 Short Horror Stories for Halloween

Pet

Ten people were mauled to death before I was convinced it was my fault. My name is Dan. I live in a small boring town. Everyone knows everyone. They all grew up together, went to the same school, and most of them worked at the same power plant that shut down five years ago. That's where this story begins; at the old power plant.

It was Wednesday and I was out with my friend. We'd had a bit to drink and decided to go exploring. We ended up at the edge of the plant. Naturally, we decided to explore it.

We walked around a bit and stumbled on a metal door in the ground. By stumble, I mean I tripped over the handle. Anyway, the two of us went down to see if it might lead us inside the plant but it was a sewage line that had long been unused. We followed it and ended up at a lake that people liked to throw stuff in.

We were exhausted and slightly more drunk so we began to head back. That's when my friend yelled out suddenly saying something had caught him. Idiot. His hoodie had caught on a large vault like door. I set him free and we stood admiring the door.

It was rusted and we tried to open it. The handle moved a bit and we got it slightly ajar after trying for fifteen minutes but the rust soon made it impossible to move. The hinges had long gone bad. We gave up and stumbled home.

Then the murders began. People being mauled to death as they walked home. It was clearly an animal that was doing it but I got worried. Finally, I decided I had to go down the tunnel once again. I had to see that the door we had opened had remained untouched and then I could sleep peacefully.

I went around noon just to be safe but the sun didn't do much to save me from the shock; the door had been thrown wide open. I crept inside the tunnel and I heard it; growling. I went in deeper, and I saw eyes.

They came at me and soon I was lying on the ground feeling its snot. I don't know what it was; maybe a large wolf, maybe a big bear, maybe a hog. It sniffed me and I felt it's hot breath. I thought I was going to die but the creature lay down at my feet. It looked at me like it knew me.

It remembered my scent from when I had set it free. I could've shut it up again. I could've gotten the police or animal control but I'd always wanted a pet and there were quite a few people in this town that I didn't like. I decided to keep him.

Don't go hurrying to Google animal deaths though. I live in a small boring town. You won't find the others who died.