A Short Siren Head Horror Story

The Call For Help

Freddy nervously rushed down the dark, stone staircase, wondering if the monster that attacked him before was still out there. What the hell was that thing? It looked like a science experiment gone totally wrong. I mean, that head, though. How can it make siren noises and radio broadcasts? None of this makes any sense. All I wanted was to go camping with my friends, not fend for my life against some godforsaken monster. There's no way I can kill this thing using my gun alone. Let's see, looks like I only used three bullets, and I got around eighteen left. That should be enough if that monster comes back for me.

Once he reached the bottom of the staircase and reached for the bunker door, which was thankfully open, he immediately went inside and quickly slammed the door. Ok, I should be safe here for a while. I just hope I don't end up like John or whoever's corpse I found outside.

He looked around, trying to see if there was anything that could help him get the radio tower back on. It was dark inside the bunker, with several empty wooden shelves scattered across it. The wooden floor creaked as he walked on it. Near the back of the room was a dim light, shining over a large boiler-looking object. On both sides were two large pipes connected to the boiler, each reading out "Rankel Industries". In the center of the boiler was a red handle, that looked something like a steering handle you'd find in a car. Maybe I just have to twist it the right way. I'm not sure what this does, but it must do something important. He tried twisting it to the left, which was a little hard since the handle wasn't very loose. As soon as he twisted it far enough, he could a loud electrical surge coming from above him. I really hope I did this right. I should check the tower again to see if anything happened.

He walked up the staircase again and back into the forest, where he back up a little from where the dead corpse was to get a good look at the radio tower. Instead of glowing red as it did before, the tower's light was glowing bright green. It looks like I fixed it, I hope. Ok, all I need to do now is go back to the watch tower, use the radio there, call for help, get where I'm supposed to be and fend off the monster. If my plan doesn't work, I'm heading straight back to my car. This looks like it's going to be harder than I thought.

While he was thinking about his next move, he could hear another faint radio broadcast coming from the forest. He's close, I can feel it. He reloaded the hunting rifle while the message played.

"Officials have said that after one day of searching, the kids can't be found. It is ruled out that one of their friends,*Fr-e-eddy Ande-r-r-son*, was supposed to go with them, but got too nervous and let them stay out in the forest because he f-f-felt that they w-e-ere hol-l-ding h-i-im back in high school. That's right, Freddy. I know who you are. We all know what you did. We will come for you-"

The message occasionally cut over static several times as it was played. How the hell does this thing know my name?! I literally just met it a few minutes ago! I didn't even say my name out loud to it! Great, first it hides in the forest and plays siren noises and the next it's using the messages against me. My God, this just keeps getting stranger and stranger as it goes on, doesn't it? I should've never came here in the first place! I should've just stayed home! Well, nothing I can do about it now, I guess. Please, let the rest of my friends be safe. He already lost John and whoever's corpse was lying outside the bunker, he couldn't afford to lose the other two.

The forest was long quite after the message played, with only the sound of the wind and a few owls that could be heard. He decided to head back to the tower using the dirt path he used before because the monster could blend with the trees, so taking a shortcut through the forest was definitely out of the question. Let's just hope it doesn't try anything stupid. He made sure to keep his rifle steady in case the monster came back, and kept his eyes open for any signs of it.