Short Horror Stories

Monsters Inc.

Now I'm sure all of you know about monsters. Such as the one you believed was under your bed, or the one in your closet. Now Monsters Inc. and Monster University have both wanted people to not be scared of monsters. Would you like to know why?

My name is Erica Jones, I'm fourty-three as of last month, and I use to work for Disney, as an animator. Once the Mouse bought Pixar I began to work on Monsters Inc. At first everything was lovely, my bosses were all very supportive of my ideas and suggestions for the story. But then we started working on what the monsters would look like. Little did I know Monsters Inc. was the last movie I worked on with the Mouse.

"Can Erica Jones, John Lucas, and Phil McDonalds come to room A 113 please?" A voice on the intercom said. I looked around the room I was sitting in room H 321. There were three desks in it, at one was Phil, another John, and the other was mine.

"Why do they only want us?" Phil asked.

"Maybe their moving us there?" I proposed excitedly.

Now I know a lot of you know of A 113 as a Pixar easter egg. But it's a very exclusive room at Pixar where only the top animators are, but once you are moved to A 113, you there until you quit.

Phil, John, and I walked down the halls and Elevators until we stood outside of room A 113. I began to open the door until someone stuck their arm out of the door.

"Which of you is John?" A scruff voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Uh, that would be, that would be me." John said. Suddenly the arm grabbed his and pulled him in roughly. Me and Phil stood their shocked until about a minute when we heard a voice from the other side.

"You two may take a seat."

"Take a seat?" Phil asked in an irritated voice, "Where do you suppose we do that?"

I turned around and saw that the usually bussiling halls were completely empty. There were no doors, plants, painting, or windows; the only thing there was a bench with Mickey Mouse ears.

"Was that here when when we walked up?" I asked Phil.

"I don't think so. Might as well sit."

Phil and I sat for a good ten minutes until another hand came out of the door.

"Phil. Your next." This time it was a kind voice.

"Bout time." Phil said as he walked in the door. Before the door shut he turned around and stuck his hand out, doing a thumbs up.

I sat there for about five minutes when I looked down at my Mickey Mouse watch, yeah I know it's tacky, but I've always wanted to work for the Mouse. Mickey's hands were stuck on 3:00 P.M. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What th-" I began, when I was interrupted by the door opening.

"Erica? You can come in now." This time it was a girl.

"Oh. Thank you." I began to walk to the door when she completely opened it, to reveal who she was, I had never seen her before. "I'm sorry Ma'am. But I've never seen you before."

"Oh Lassater just hired me. Just come inside." I stepped inside completely when suddenly two large hands grabbed my arms and began to yank me towards a door.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, "Let me go!" They opened the door and tossed me through it. I sat up and began to look around. I was in a dark room with only a few lights on. There were three desks around a rotating circle. Two of the desks had blood on them, and had names on the top of them. One had Phil and the other had John. I gulped as I walked toward the desk in the middle, the only one without blood on it, but also had 'Erica' written on the top.

I sat down and looked at the piece of paper that was set up for me. I had two pencils and two erasers to my disposal. I picked up one of the pencils and sat there waiting.

A voice came through another intercom, "You will be drawing from a model. No matter how scary the model is, make it child friendly. If it the slightest bit scary, you will meet the same fate as your friends." I gasped, Phil and John were both killed by something. And I was about to meet what killed them.

A door on the other side of the room flew open. Out stepped a pale twelve foot thing, it had a bird scull for a head, long fingers with claws, feathers sprouting out of its spine, and spiked feet. He stepped onto the platform and just stood there.

I didn't know what to do at first until a voice came through the intercom.

"Start drawing him."

I began to do a light sketch until I remembered what the voice said, child friendly or else. I began to erase and watch him. He gave me a confused look as I continued to look at him.

"What are you?" I asked under my breath. He gurgled in response.I began to think, "Can you do a different pose?" He gurgled once again, he began to contort his body until I guess something in him snapped. He screeched and began to run at me.

The door flew open and I ran out the door. The female that had opened the door for me before, stood there, keeping the door shut with her body.

"What was that?" I asked her in a quiet voice.

"If I tell you we'll both be fired." She answered. She then turned to me, a fearful expression on her face, "Run."

I ran out the door, and saw the same hallway, with doors, people, windows, plants, and  paintings. I ran out the front doors and heard screams behind me, I was to scared to look back. I got in my car, which was parked fairly close to the doors. I drove past the front doors and saw that awful thing had made it's way out of the building. I haven't set foot at a Disney building since then. Even when my children begged me to take them to Disney World, I refused. I never told my husband what happened that day, or why I quit that day.

Now I bet your wondering why I'm writing this now. He's out there. That thing is in my house. Hes already killed my children and husband, I'm hiding upstairs waiting for it to come for me. I'm writing this because Disney is so powerful they'll try to cover it up, cover up the murders this thing has committed, but at least some people will know what happened, and the inspiration for Monsters Inc.