Horror one-shots

Reaper's Game

(The video was a commission I had done for my Plague Doctor Atticus by James Dijit. My Tumblr is dreamy-reblogs.tumblr.com )

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Let me tell you a story...it took place a long time ago in a land much like this. The sky was blue and the people walked cheerfully as they shopped along the city streets, not a care in the world as their ignorance shrouded their judgement. Blind to the devastation that creeped along the horizon as the dark tide grew ever closer and yet none of them understood what would happen...not really...The people they loved, the company they cherished would soon collapse around them like a children's nursery rhyme...but they didn't care...nor did they want to...

"It's only effecting the outer regions it could never come here." So they would say and so I've heard but it was always ends the same...

It would come from nowhere and spread like wildfire, no one knew how it was spread at the time or what caused it...soon the once joyous and happy streets of the town would empty until the day came to collect the dead. Sweet little cottages, homes and businesses boarded up by old planks of wood baring the mark of condemnation as those that resided inside were doomed to perish. Entire families taken out in a single night, a sleepy town left to die as many others had done before it.

Far away from the disease...the devastation...humans worked feverishly to acquire the cure but as the body count climbed they saw only a dark tunnel with no end in sight. It was the reaper's game now...

At first it was an unsettling sight, the tombstones...the mass graves...giving way to a sea of hopeless souls floating in an endless void of nothingness and tragedy as they tried to figure out where they were, why they were there, and what happened as their cold lifeless shells laid beneath their feet. Skin greyed like volcanic ash as festering boils with red rings littered their decaying flesh, the smell of rot wafting through the city as the living waited for the bodies to be burned...

How haunting that it became a nursery rhyme isn't it? A world-wide tragedy made into a light hearted song that children would sing joyously as they played...but I know what really happened...the sight of death and decay a constant memory forever on repeat as I live in the shadows of what once was and never will be again....

How did it go? Oh yes...I remember...

"Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies...ashes ashes...we all fall down..."