THE SHRECKONING
A Short Horror Story
Jim Flare was an average kid, he lived in a small town inside of Louisiana, it was called Minden. Jim was 15 years old, had shaggy brown hair, and bright blue eyes. One gloomy winter day while Jim was walking to school, he noticed his friend Tom standing completely still in front of him on the sidewalk, as if he was stunned. Jim: "Tom? You okay?" Tom slowly turned around to face Jim, and replied: "It's all ogre now…" Jim laughed and continued down the sidewalk to get to school, thinking Tom was just did not show up to school that day, which confused Jim, since he had seen him earlier on his way to school, perhaps he had ditched?
Jim decided to go to Tom's house to see what was up. Upon arriving to Tom's house, Jim was about to knock on Tom's door when he noticed that the door was already open a crack, Jim's natural instinct was to open the door and call for Tom, so he did so. After calling for Tom, Jim waited a couple of seconds, and received no answer. Jim was about to close the door and walk away, when suddenly he heard a shuffle coming from the upstairs. Jim opened the door fully, and began creeping up the stairs, Jim: "Hello? Anyone?" He was answered with silence. As Jim reached the top of the stairs, he felt an odd presence, as if someone… or something was watching him from the shadows. The lights were all off, even after trying the nearest light switch, the lights would still not come on. Near the back of the upstairs hall, Tom's room door was wide open. Jim cautiously stepped into the room, and saw something that terrified him to the very core of his being.
What Jim saw was his friend Tom, leaning dead against a wall, and it appeared as if some beast had ripped out his intestines and spread them across the floor. Jim began to puke, and almost passed out when suddenly he heard a deep scottish accent muttering the words: : "It will all be ogre soon…" Jim screamed as he felt a fork getting jammed into his side, he felt sweaty lips press against his ear right before he heard them mutter: "You're in my swamp now laddie, and pretty soon I'll get you out of it… piece by piece" Jim was suddenly thrown against the wall, he felt some of his bones break on impact, in the dim light he could make out an odd silhouette of some kind of large man, with ears that were shaped like cylinders, stomping towards him. Jim felt the mysterious man's meaty and freakishly huge hand wrap around his throat as he was lifted from the ground, the Man then barked: "Shreks the name…. murderings my game…" Jim struggled and bashed Shrek on the head, it was rock hard, and as soon as he hit it, he heard one of the most terrifying growls a Human Being has ever heard, right before he was thrown across the room again. Jim stumbled to his feet, he was pretty sure he had broken some ribs, Jim began limping furiously for the room exit, when suddenly he was backhanded by Shrek, knocking Jim on his back. Suddenly Shrek picked up Tom's long intestine and began strangling Jim with it. Jim: "ACK" Jim was suddenly filled with pure adrenaline, he grabbed the intestine and snapped it, he dropped to the ground and dove for the door, half of his body was out of the doorway when suddenly he felt Shrek's hands on his feet as he was dragged back into the room. Jim: NO! PLEASE! Shrek picked up the snapped halfs of Tom's long intestine and began shoving them down Jim's throat. Jim: "COUGH" Jim began choking on the intestines as he struggled for the door. Shrek picked Jim up again once more and threw Jim towards another wall, this time he accidently threw Jim through Tom's bedroom window, Jim crashed through the window, and crashed to the ground with a mighty thud, breaking his back, Jim now lay on the ground, helpless.
Jim laid on the ground for about five minutes before he heard the footsteps on the front porch, pretty soon Shrek came into his vision, now that Shrek was outdoors, Jim could see that he was completely green! He looked like some kind of ogre! Shrek began walking towards Jim, Jim began crying upon realizing that their was nothing he could do to get away at this point. All Jim could do was continue to watch as Shrek dragged him back into the house, and ripped him apart...piece...by...piece.