Chapter 4: Monster
All right everyone, I don't know why, but whenever I upload .doc's, it has absolutely no paragraphs, when I upload a .txt, then the paragraphs get all messed up. I hope this chapter is readable to you. I wasn't gonna finish this, but the reviews have prompted me to continue. I didn't have spell check when I wrote this, hope its not too big of a problem...
- Humble
"What's going on here?", I asked out loud. "Where the hell am I?"
Now I really began to question my sanity. It was simply impossible for an entire town's population to simply dissapear. I kept trying to think of some logical explanations, and the only one that seemed probable was that aliens had picked them up.
I had the feeling that it might be dangerous walking around an empty town, so I checked my pockets to see if I had anything useful. I pulled out my tape recorder, my camera, and my wallet. All these things would prove useless if I had to fight for my survival. I wished that I never gave up smoking, cause a lighter would at least bring me a little comfort.
I decided there was no point in simply standing in front of the hospital. I had to try looking for a phone, or a radio, or something. I had no idea where to start looking, but decided that I should try to head towards one of the exits, hopefully finding some help along the way. From where I stood, the easiest way out of town would be east on Nathan Avenue. This street was to my left, so I headed down the stone steps and started walking.
The mist made it very diffucult to keep track of where I was. I had never seen mist get so thick before. It had been foggy for the past few days, but this was ridiculous. Could the mist be related to everyone's sudden dissapearence?
Suddenly, without warning, I walked right into a ditch, tumbling to the ground. As I wiped the dirt off me, I noticed that it wasn't a ditch, more like a gigantic canyon. I got down on my knees and started to crawl into it, when I made a better decision. I picked up a rock and threw it into the chasm. I never heard it hit the bottom.
"Earth is being invaded by Aliens", I told myself. "Their spaceship must've created this pit. I was driving along this road only an hour ago, this simply shouldn't be here."
Not wanting to backtrack, I decided to check the roadsides for a possible alternative route. The east side of the road was blocked by a fence, and the west side was blocked by some buildings. I spied a set of stairs leading to an open door. A sign declared that this location was Heaven's Night Erotic Entertainment. Chirping with joy, I made climbed up and entered the building.
Scents of cigarrettes and liquor invaded my nostrils. Strange, considering the bar looked like it had been abandoned for centuries. The bar was unattended, but some inviting bottles were on display. I had half a mind just to get smashed right then, thinking everything would go back to normal when I sombered up.
Ok, more like a full mind. I opened up a bottle of Scotch. It smelled disgusting, but I didn't care. I was about to drown away all my problems, when I heard a loud crash behind one of the closed doors. Out of fear, I broke the bottle into a nice sharp weapon, and headed towards the door.
On the other side was a man, a very young man. He was lieing on the floor, with shards of broken glass all around him. Above him was the window he had busted. First question that came to my mind, why in the hell didn't he just use the door?
As he sat up, I saw that he had some blood on his dark clothes. His formely blonde hair had turned brown from the mud it had been soaking in. In his hand he held a long butchers knife which was also covered in blood. His eyes had a look of both confusion and fear.
"What are you doing with that knife?", I asked, holding my bottle up in case he was hostile.
"It protects me", he murmored. His had an old cigarrette smokers voice, which didn't go along with his appearence. I hoped to god he wasn't crazy and that I'd have to kill the only person I had met so far.
"Who are you?", I asked.
"My name's Jack..., Jack Davis."
"Jack, what's going on here, where's everyone?"
"I dunno", he answered. "Its been like this for awhile."
"How long?"
"For as long as I can remember"
That scared me even more than he did. It was time to get some straight answers.
"What the hell are you talking about?", I yelled at him. That seemed to agitate him, and his eyes changed from an expression of fear to one of rage.
"Don't you be screaming at me!", he yelled, brandishing the knife above his head. "Do you think I wanted this! Do you think I want to be here!"
At this point, he seemed to undergo another change, as he dropped down to sit on the floor. He put his hands to his face, and began crying.
"I'm sorry...", he whispered. "I've been bad..."
He stood up and started walking towards the door. Why did he want to go back out there if he had been so desperate to get in?
"Where are you going?", I asked him.
"I have to get out of here, just like you. Be careful though, it can get dangerous outside."
Without another word, he opened a back door and left me all alone. I determined that he was nuts, and I needed to find a phone. There wasn't one in the bar, so I went through the door where Jack had come from. It was an office of sorts, if you believe anything in a strip club could be considered an office. The phone gave out no dial tone. I followed its cord, which lead into the wall. It should've been working, it just wasn't.
I decided I'd leave the same way Jack did, maybe catch up with him and get to Nathan Avenue at the same time. The back door lead into an alley. Making a map of the strip joint in my head, I determined that I needed to go to my left to get to Nathan. I passed by some interesting grafitti, which brought me back to my days before the orphanage. My earliest memories were from when I was twelve, wondering the streets with a gang. Thank god I was saved from that life.
One of the pictures caught my eye. It was of a huge triangle symbol. It was sorrounded by a circle, had a second inner triangle, and each point had a symbol. The one on top was of an eye, the one on the left was of a snake, and the one on the right was a another triangle. I placed my hands on the paint to see if it was wet. It was wet, and it tasted like salt. It was blood.
Fear gripped my heart as I looked on the ground. A trial of blood lead towards Nathan Avenue, and I was gonna have to follow it. I didn't what to, but it was necessary. I walked slowly towards to far off road, gripping my broken bottle very defensively. Without any warning, my recorder started emitting static. I took out the batteries, it still emitted static. And if you find that strange, then this next part is even stranger.
Something was moving towards me, blocking my passage to the street. It was moving slowly towards me, closer and closer. It hunched over as it walked, and limped with each step it took. As it got closer, I could tell it was something bad. I mean, who walks around without any skin? It wore a cloak and veil, I guessed it might have once been a woman, and old woman. It lifted up its faceless head and screamed, very loudly.
I saw a door behind it, and I knew that was where I had to go. Gripping my bottle for good luck, I surged foward, directly towards the monster. I slashed the bottle back in forth like a madman. It didn't seem to care, cause all it did was scratch me. It had veeerrrry sharp nails that I'm sure it could impale me on.
I stabbed it directly in the chest. It screamed and tried to cover the bleeding wound. I knew it was time to leave, so I flew through that door, and slammed it behind me.
As soon as the door was closed, the radio stopped emitting static. I took another look at it. Did its going off have something to do with that monster. Gathering up my courage, I opened the door. The monster had completely vanished.
I closed the door again, I wanted to look for a phone in this place before I headed back outside. Who knew if there were more of those things around anyway? I was in a storage room, of what I guess was a bowling alley, due to the large number of pins scatterred about the floor. Not wanting to waste my time, I opened the nearest door which lead to the main room. It was filthy, like pretty much every other room I had been in this town.
There was a phone behind the desk. I picked it up, and got a dial tone. I cried out in releif, and hit 9-1-1.
"9-1-1", said the voice on the other side. "What is you're emergency?"
Now what the hell am I going to tell her? That I'm being attacked by monsters, that everyone in a town has dissapeared and the only person I had seen so far was crazy?
"There's a fire!!", I shouted.
"O..k.. s.... ..r w... ..l... s...nd........."
The phone was emitting static, as was my radio. That's not a good thing. I gripped my bottle and quickly spun around. I got a face full of death.
The thing was dead, that's for sure. I couldn't tell where its clothes ended and its skin began. It was wearing a strange looking uniform of sorts, but it seemed almost interwined with the thing's dirty, foul epidermus. The most distinguishing feature was its hat, or helmet I should say. It was made of some sort of metal, and was carved into a pyramid shape. It covered the things entire face, like an executioner's mask. In its hands, it held a huge, sharp, bloody knife.
I'm not religious, but I think I started praying. My little broken bottle was no match for its weapon of choice. I put up my hands, but it didn't do any good. I felt the knife cut threw my arms and slammed down on my head. Then, I remembered nothing more.
All right everyone, I don't know why, but whenever I upload .doc's, it has absolutely no paragraphs, when I upload a .txt, then the paragraphs get all messed up. I hope this chapter is readable to you. I wasn't gonna finish this, but the reviews have prompted me to continue. I didn't have spell check when I wrote this, hope its not too big of a problem...
- Humble
"What's going on here?", I asked out loud. "Where the hell am I?"
Now I really began to question my sanity. It was simply impossible for an entire town's population to simply dissapear. I kept trying to think of some logical explanations, and the only one that seemed probable was that aliens had picked them up.
I had the feeling that it might be dangerous walking around an empty town, so I checked my pockets to see if I had anything useful. I pulled out my tape recorder, my camera, and my wallet. All these things would prove useless if I had to fight for my survival. I wished that I never gave up smoking, cause a lighter would at least bring me a little comfort.
I decided there was no point in simply standing in front of the hospital. I had to try looking for a phone, or a radio, or something. I had no idea where to start looking, but decided that I should try to head towards one of the exits, hopefully finding some help along the way. From where I stood, the easiest way out of town would be east on Nathan Avenue. This street was to my left, so I headed down the stone steps and started walking.
The mist made it very diffucult to keep track of where I was. I had never seen mist get so thick before. It had been foggy for the past few days, but this was ridiculous. Could the mist be related to everyone's sudden dissapearence?
Suddenly, without warning, I walked right into a ditch, tumbling to the ground. As I wiped the dirt off me, I noticed that it wasn't a ditch, more like a gigantic canyon. I got down on my knees and started to crawl into it, when I made a better decision. I picked up a rock and threw it into the chasm. I never heard it hit the bottom.
"Earth is being invaded by Aliens", I told myself. "Their spaceship must've created this pit. I was driving along this road only an hour ago, this simply shouldn't be here."
Not wanting to backtrack, I decided to check the roadsides for a possible alternative route. The east side of the road was blocked by a fence, and the west side was blocked by some buildings. I spied a set of stairs leading to an open door. A sign declared that this location was Heaven's Night Erotic Entertainment. Chirping with joy, I made climbed up and entered the building.
Scents of cigarrettes and liquor invaded my nostrils. Strange, considering the bar looked like it had been abandoned for centuries. The bar was unattended, but some inviting bottles were on display. I had half a mind just to get smashed right then, thinking everything would go back to normal when I sombered up.
Ok, more like a full mind. I opened up a bottle of Scotch. It smelled disgusting, but I didn't care. I was about to drown away all my problems, when I heard a loud crash behind one of the closed doors. Out of fear, I broke the bottle into a nice sharp weapon, and headed towards the door.
On the other side was a man, a very young man. He was lieing on the floor, with shards of broken glass all around him. Above him was the window he had busted. First question that came to my mind, why in the hell didn't he just use the door?
As he sat up, I saw that he had some blood on his dark clothes. His formely blonde hair had turned brown from the mud it had been soaking in. In his hand he held a long butchers knife which was also covered in blood. His eyes had a look of both confusion and fear.
"What are you doing with that knife?", I asked, holding my bottle up in case he was hostile.
"It protects me", he murmored. His had an old cigarrette smokers voice, which didn't go along with his appearence. I hoped to god he wasn't crazy and that I'd have to kill the only person I had met so far.
"Who are you?", I asked.
"My name's Jack..., Jack Davis."
"Jack, what's going on here, where's everyone?"
"I dunno", he answered. "Its been like this for awhile."
"How long?"
"For as long as I can remember"
That scared me even more than he did. It was time to get some straight answers.
"What the hell are you talking about?", I yelled at him. That seemed to agitate him, and his eyes changed from an expression of fear to one of rage.
"Don't you be screaming at me!", he yelled, brandishing the knife above his head. "Do you think I wanted this! Do you think I want to be here!"
At this point, he seemed to undergo another change, as he dropped down to sit on the floor. He put his hands to his face, and began crying.
"I'm sorry...", he whispered. "I've been bad..."
He stood up and started walking towards the door. Why did he want to go back out there if he had been so desperate to get in?
"Where are you going?", I asked him.
"I have to get out of here, just like you. Be careful though, it can get dangerous outside."
Without another word, he opened a back door and left me all alone. I determined that he was nuts, and I needed to find a phone. There wasn't one in the bar, so I went through the door where Jack had come from. It was an office of sorts, if you believe anything in a strip club could be considered an office. The phone gave out no dial tone. I followed its cord, which lead into the wall. It should've been working, it just wasn't.
I decided I'd leave the same way Jack did, maybe catch up with him and get to Nathan Avenue at the same time. The back door lead into an alley. Making a map of the strip joint in my head, I determined that I needed to go to my left to get to Nathan. I passed by some interesting grafitti, which brought me back to my days before the orphanage. My earliest memories were from when I was twelve, wondering the streets with a gang. Thank god I was saved from that life.
One of the pictures caught my eye. It was of a huge triangle symbol. It was sorrounded by a circle, had a second inner triangle, and each point had a symbol. The one on top was of an eye, the one on the left was of a snake, and the one on the right was a another triangle. I placed my hands on the paint to see if it was wet. It was wet, and it tasted like salt. It was blood.
Fear gripped my heart as I looked on the ground. A trial of blood lead towards Nathan Avenue, and I was gonna have to follow it. I didn't what to, but it was necessary. I walked slowly towards to far off road, gripping my broken bottle very defensively. Without any warning, my recorder started emitting static. I took out the batteries, it still emitted static. And if you find that strange, then this next part is even stranger.
Something was moving towards me, blocking my passage to the street. It was moving slowly towards me, closer and closer. It hunched over as it walked, and limped with each step it took. As it got closer, I could tell it was something bad. I mean, who walks around without any skin? It wore a cloak and veil, I guessed it might have once been a woman, and old woman. It lifted up its faceless head and screamed, very loudly.
I saw a door behind it, and I knew that was where I had to go. Gripping my bottle for good luck, I surged foward, directly towards the monster. I slashed the bottle back in forth like a madman. It didn't seem to care, cause all it did was scratch me. It had veeerrrry sharp nails that I'm sure it could impale me on.
I stabbed it directly in the chest. It screamed and tried to cover the bleeding wound. I knew it was time to leave, so I flew through that door, and slammed it behind me.
As soon as the door was closed, the radio stopped emitting static. I took another look at it. Did its going off have something to do with that monster. Gathering up my courage, I opened the door. The monster had completely vanished.
I closed the door again, I wanted to look for a phone in this place before I headed back outside. Who knew if there were more of those things around anyway? I was in a storage room, of what I guess was a bowling alley, due to the large number of pins scatterred about the floor. Not wanting to waste my time, I opened the nearest door which lead to the main room. It was filthy, like pretty much every other room I had been in this town.
There was a phone behind the desk. I picked it up, and got a dial tone. I cried out in releif, and hit 9-1-1.
"9-1-1", said the voice on the other side. "What is you're emergency?"
Now what the hell am I going to tell her? That I'm being attacked by monsters, that everyone in a town has dissapeared and the only person I had seen so far was crazy?
"There's a fire!!", I shouted.
"O..k.. s.... ..r w... ..l... s...nd........."
The phone was emitting static, as was my radio. That's not a good thing. I gripped my bottle and quickly spun around. I got a face full of death.
The thing was dead, that's for sure. I couldn't tell where its clothes ended and its skin began. It was wearing a strange looking uniform of sorts, but it seemed almost interwined with the thing's dirty, foul epidermus. The most distinguishing feature was its hat, or helmet I should say. It was made of some sort of metal, and was carved into a pyramid shape. It covered the things entire face, like an executioner's mask. In its hands, it held a huge, sharp, bloody knife.
I'm not religious, but I think I started praying. My little broken bottle was no match for its weapon of choice. I put up my hands, but it didn't do any good. I felt the knife cut threw my arms and slammed down on my head. Then, I remembered nothing more.