No Matter How Much Effort I Put, I Will Never Succeed.

No matter how much effort I put, I will never succeed.

Horror Short : Lamp

My eyes flickered open. So did the bedside lamp. My eyes opened wide, the light burned my eyes. Soon I adjusted to the light. I blinked as I stared into the yellow light illuminating the room with a warm glow. I immersed myself in the warm incandescent light. The sheets felt icy cold against my legs.

Beyond the gleaming lamp, was a figure. Four feet tall, cuddling in a corner hiding its face in its skeletal legs. Its skin was like tar and it wasn’t wearing any clothes. Then it began garbling soft sobs like a child. With quiet tiptoes, I approached the figure.

My apartment was ancient, it used to be an orphanage that burned down many years ago. I am accustomed to comforting child spirits, after the thirty years living here.

“Are you okay sweetie? It’s fine, the fire is over. The bridge to heaven is wide open.” I said in a hushed voice and wrapped the beige throw blanket around its boney shoulders.

Suddenly it’s head whipped around. I jumped. I fell to the floor. OW! I broke my hip! I scampered backward, my back against the wall. The figure creep towards me as slow as a snail on all fours. It has no mouth, just a smile shaped dent on its mouth. Its beady eyes are located on the side of its head, they are also dents.

How could it sense me? It’s blind. The chin is unbearably sharp and its head is the size of a pumpkin contrasting its fragile frame.

“Marian help me!” My voice came out in a stammer.

“She can’t help you now.” The figure said in a voice rattling like bones.

The Stall

“You deserve it,” Mandy jeers, shoving Ariel’s head deeper into the toilet bowl.

The water laps onto her hands, as the twelve-year-old thrashes under her grip. Sprays of water flew in every direction.

Ariel feels her lungs burn, begging for oxygen. She whips her head up and sputters bitter water from her mouth. Mandy giggles.

“That is what you get for flirting with him, monster.”

Ariel descends into a coughing fit. Each cough pangs like a stab. She belches onto Mandy’s Mary Janes.

“Bitch!”

Mandy yanks Ariel’s hair. Bashes her head onto the bowl. 

Tingling spreads across Ariel’s nose. 

Bam! Mandy slams Ariel’s head on the seat, over and over again.  She dunks Ariel’s head into the toilet. A wave of icy water roars from the tank.

Ariel screams under the reddening water. She flails her limb. 

Mandy holds her head deeper into the water. Angry bubbles ascend to the surface. Mandy’s body stops struggling.

“He is mine,” Mandy shouts and flushes.

A teacher comes into the bathroom. He glances at the body of a preteen girl lying on the tiles. Next to her, a teenager slumped against the stall, eyes staring at the wall.to her, a teenager slumped against the stall, eyes staring at the wall.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Help, there was an accident,” he sprints of.

Ariel rips free and raises her head. There is a large bloody gash across her forehead, oozing blood.

“Mine.”

Her eyes roll towards the back of her head. She flops onto the floor. Drenched hair spattered on the tiles like a dead octopus on a fishmonger’s marble slab. She sighs water pouring out of her mouth.

Mandy gawks at the lifeless body. She jabs her neck. No pulse. A shrill scream erupts from her throat.

A teacher trusts into the bathroom. He glances at the body of a preteen girl lying on the tiles. Next 

A tear rolls from Mandy’s eyes.

“I am so sorry!”

She backs away from the stall.

“I thought I can be with him forever. I can finally have someone who loves me.”

She covers her face with her palms, “I took a girl away from her loving family.”

“Ugh,” Ariel moans.

Mandy races towards Ariel, “I will get help okay!”

She strides toward the door. Suddenly, the door slams shut. Click, the door locks. Her eyes glances at Ariel crawling back on her feet.  Ariel’s head cocks to the side. An audible crack echoes around the room. Mandy rattles the knob. Three slits forms on Ariel’s neck, gills. Ariel raises her webbed hands and charges.

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So deep, like the bottomless ocean.

Confession to Tumblr

I was eating lunch at school. Suddenly this guy sat next to me. Took out his lunch, which was beef and rice. He then poured Fanta in it. And ate it.

It’s not a normal day

Jamie awakes to the snarls of the approaching zombies. From a distance, he can tell they’re in the hallway of his floor.

“The alarm is blaring. I am late for work,” he tells himself, stuttering each syllable. He hastily slips into his pants, fumbling with the zipper.

“OW!” His zipper has caught the dong.

"Get out of here. They heard you." Jamie mutters.

In a strident bang the door of his apartment slams onto the ground, as zombies swarm the room gnashing their teeth.  

He grabs his Bug-Out bag, throws the window open.

The zombies face the creak of the window hinge. Then they scramble over, knocking furniture over.

“I need to get my car.” He hops out of the window. Just as the zombies throw themselves at him.

Jamie grasps a pipe. Watching the zombies toss themselves three stories below. “There is no gasoline in the cars anymore.”

Jamie swings his free hand onto another pipe. He climbs to the roof. He looks down to see zombies climbing after him. He kicks one in the face. Another snaps at his ankles. Jamie hoists himself over the anti-suicide railing.

As his blood races, he tells himself. “I am in a mad rush in traffic. It is a Monday.”

Jamie dashes towards the ledge of the roof and leaps. He lands and rolls. He gets onto his feet and continues sprinting. The zombies are a few yards behind him.

“My boss is angry,” Jamie huffs.

Jamie leaps onto another rooftop. He slides down a house’s roof and pounces onto another. He looks behind him, panting and inhaling the smokey air. Watching the zombies following his exact movements.

“Shit, they are learning how to chase.”

He continues his flight. It’s been half a year since the Covid-19 mysteriously mutated into the zombie virus.

Jamie has spent six-months burrowing in his apartment as chaos erupted around the world.

Jamie leaps over an alley. Then he plummets. He clings onto the side of the roof as the zombies bare their black teeth behind him. Jamie’s heart pounds in his chest as the zombies disappear from view. He looks upwards.

A zombie roars into his face. Jamie slips. “I am at my office talking about cat videos with that hot accountant chick.” He assures himself with his delusion as he falls.

Thump! He lands in a pile of ancient rubbish. Roaches crawl onto him. Jamie shrieks as the zombie falls towards him. A loud gunshot shakes him to his core. The corpse of the zombie, missing half of its head,  flops onto him.

He blinks, hoping everything is a nightmare and he is living out his normal life. A gloved hand reaches out to him.  Jamie clutches it, feeling the first human warmth he has felt in months. He climbs out of the stinking bin. Two people covered with blood-stained scarves, with heavy hoods obscuring their faces, stare at him.

“We are the marauders. Welcome to the gang.”

“Um… I am late to work.” He stutters in awe, looking at the first people he has seen in a long while.

People laugh. He stares down at his feet.

The person on the left says. “There is no job to go back to.” He has the gruff voice of a middle-aged man.

The other person, a girl, says in a softer tone, “Should we take him back to base?”

“No, this guy doesn’t even know where he is. We can’t add crazies into our ranks.”

“I know. I am just coping,” Jamie affirms.

Jamie thinks, “It’s about time I let go of the delusion. Things will get to normal.”

The girl cheers, “C’mon let’s get going.”

Jamie smiles as he follows them into the desolate city, one foot behind finally not alone.