Casey awoke to the sound of obnoxious beeping. He swung his arm over, slamming the snooze button on his alarm clock. In the procces, he cut his elbow on the corner of his night stand. His whole body jerked upwards, and he moaned in pain as he clutched his elbow to his side. He rolled out of bed, and whacked his head on his OTHER night stand. Confused, groggy and angry, he pushed away his peril and muttered two words that are too ugly and degrading to repeat here. He slowly stood up, using his bed as support, and walked to his bathroom with one hand on his head and the other on his elbow.
He tore through cupboards, drawers, and the odd plastic bag or two, looking for advil and a bandage. just as he reached for the last bag, he cried out in agony as his shoulder began to ache like Atila The Hun himself was ripping it off. he tore off his shirt, looking for some kind of stab wound or another. what he saw was:
Nothing. Just his plain old boring shoulder.
The pain went as swiftly as it had come. he stood, and checked the back of his shoulder, just in case. what he saw frightened him. his bite mark, presumably left by the creature, was bright red instead of the wonderful, healthy, pink it had been the day before. He touched it, and reeled back in agony as he re-expereanced the pain he had encountered only moments before. he looked at his hand. the finger he used to touch the wound was now angry reddish-brown, as if it had been burnt. he turned the tap as the pain in his finger quickly amounted. he looked at it. the red was slowly fading, leaving no sign of what had just happened. he could feel his elbow begin to hurt more too. just to make sure, he looked in the mirror. the cut was disappearing, a little at a time, leaving behind un-scarred flesh. he felt sick.
He sprinted downstairs to his kitchen, where his mother was patiently cooking pancakes. "mom!" he yelled out. supprised, she turned and spilled a little batter on the floor. "oh, good morning honey," she said, realizing who had called her. "What are you doing up? school won't start for another 2 weeks after what happened with the bus. I thought you liked to sleep in?" "Mom, somethings wrong with me" he said. " I-I had this cut. On my arm. My shoulder. it-It burned, an-and the cut healed.... and then........" "Shhhh honey." she murmured. "you were probably traumatized and hallucinating. nothing happened." "Yeah, mom, i probably was." he said to himself. he made his way back upstairs, and into his room. he almost screamed as he realized he hadn't been hallucinating. The corner of his bedside table was stained red. With blood.
{to be continued}
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Creature from hell
TerrorA young boy named casey fights for his life as he is chased by a gruesome creature who wants him dead, and who will stop at no costs to get what it wants.
