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The tale of the Carpathian Ruins

Scrambling over the long collapsed wall, Alice and Jim found themselves in the legendary Carpathian ruins. The crumbled brick and stone, the splintered and rotting wood, the almost formless silhouette in front of a full moon; it struck them both with a kind of poignant beauty. They collapsed, suddenly drained, as if their lifeforce was being sapped by the pitiful reminder of the impermanence of even the greatest wonders.

Slouching on the rubble, Jim heard movement behind him. Turning, he saw a shadow creeping around, the darkness obscuring any detail.  “Is anybody there?” He almost whimpered. The myths and legends whirled through his mind, a century’s worth of unexplained deaths and disappearances. His scattered thoughts clouded his reasoning. He turned to Alice, herself powerless against the dark imagination of her own mind.

Suddenly, Jim remembered his flashlight. Shining it at where the... something had been, he saw nothing.  “It was probably the wind” Alice said, mostly to reassure herself. Immediately after saying this, she heard the grinding of dirt and rocks behind her once more. Turning around, they found the shade from before. An elderly gentleman, wearing a battered old suit, and a hat with more wrinkles than himself. “What were doing, scaring us like that?” Jim said, regaining his confidence  “You are in my home” the old man croaked, “You are trespassing on my property. Leave now or face the wrath of a vampire.”

Alice and Jim chuckled at the old fool. Of course, they knew about the local superstitions, but they hadn’t expected one of the men to try to scare them. “You doubt my power? As expected from the younger generations. Especially foreigners. I supposed I’ll have to prove myself, hm?” The man sounded more proud than angry, but there was a clear bite to his words. Then, quickly, he seemingly collapsed. Alice and Jim saw his clothes on the floor, with a wriggling, squirming mass inside. A deep sense of dread filled the two; they were so scared they couldn’t help but to watch. 

Alice’s eyes widened as, altogether, a swarm of rats raced towards them. Eyes like black marbles watched unblinkingly, as Alice reached down and picked one up. “Oh my god! They’re so cute!” Alice squealed, cuddling the plump, pear-shaped creature to her chest. “I love them so much, I was just starting to miss ours at home!”

Jim knelt down and began petting the infernal rodents scurrying around him. The Vampire, a centuries old creature of the night, had not seen this reaction before. He, in his many forms, scampered away, back to this tomb, fearing what vile creatures he may have come across that night.

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Dave woke up. It was still dark out; his clock showed it was 2AM. He laid back down and tried to sleep, but he was stopped. A loud creak, near the top of the stairs, pricked Dave’s ears.

He tried to tell himself i was just the old house settling, but he wasn’t convinced. Then the next step creaked, accompanied by the sound of a heavy boot. Dave could no longer even pretend there was nothing happening. He was frozen with fear as he listened to heavy footsteps stomping down towards his living room.

Dave couldn’t stay still anymore. He grabbed his bat and slowly made his way out of his room. He peaked out and saw a shadow flit across the hall.  Steeling himself, he slowly made his way down the stairs as to not creak to wood. He creeped down, following the sound of quiet shuffling, a bag rustling.

Quickly jumping into his living room, he saw nobody there. He was about to leave until he realised:

He didn’t put those presents there...

Happy Holidays everyone!

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The Tale of the Sliced Flesh

My victims laid on the metal table before me, unmoving. The curves, the reddened skin, just asking, begging even, to witness my work first-hand. As usual, I obliged. Finding my washcloth in my hand, I gently rinsed any grime from the bodies.

After I’d finished, I took my favourite knife and made slow, deliberate cute, drawing the knife along to remove the skin. It didn’t take long, a few minutes at most, until all the skin was away, in a separate bowl for later. The flesh, however, was for now. 

Making sharp cuts, I removed the workable flesh, cutting it into small pieces. The hard work paid off, as once the flesh was all ready, I swiftly made one of my famous pies. I knew it was only a matter of hours until someone enjoyed it, preferable shared with friends.

As it came out of the oven, with many others like it, The distinct smell hit my nose. The scent should have been like background noise to me by now, but I always relished the aroma of cinnamon and apples.

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The Tale of the Alien Abduction

Christine walked slowly across the country path. A loud, low, thrumming came from above. She thought it must have just been a pilot from the air force base being a little cocky. She kept walking as an eerie pale green light shined over her. This was new, she thought.

Just as soon as she was coated in the light, she found herself off the country path, and in a room. all pure white. She looked around and saw what looked like...

No, it couldn’t be. Those guys are just in movies. That would be silly.

The Grey Alien spoke, “We have been watching your planet for many years. Today, we would like to discuss your culture with you.”

Christine tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but she knew it wasn’t true. “Uh, I mean... sure,” she said, hesitantly.

“Okay,” The alien said, holding what seemed to be a tablet, “What were you doing as we picked you up?”

“Oh, I was, um, listening to music” She replied, pulling her phone from her pocket and playing the new Taylor Swift track, “I mean, uh, it’s a bunch of sounds in different pitches that humans find pleasurable to listen to.”

“Ok, bitch first of all,” The alien retorted, “We’ve been watching you guys and your media for decades, we know your language, of course we know what music is. Second, our culture has music too, fuckin’ racist ass. Don’t think I didn’t notice you profiling me as some kind of dangerous prober or something. And lastly,” The alien pressed a button, “Your taste in music is trash.”

A rock and roll song, Be-Bop-A-Lula, began playing through the sound system as Christine stepped back, awash with shock. “I didn’t mean to, uh, I mean... I don’t think you’re, uh...”

“Yeah, uh-huh, whatever.” The alien pressed a few more buttons and Christine found herself back on the old country path. She knew she had wasted the best opportunity she’d ever had, or ever would have.

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The Tale of the Inhuman Transformation

It started in my dream. A disembodied voice, invisible, but it filled all my other senses. Fear hit deep within my soul as it spoke. It told me: “You are mine” and I knew what that meant. My body was to be changed. As God made man in his image, this creature would remake me in it’s own despicable form.

I woke up, early in the morning. I tried to convince myself it was all a fantasy, but I knew better. As soon as I had thought of the inevitability, my body seared with pain.

My teeth all sharpened, my canines elongated into fangs. I didn’t have time to anticipate this, to open my mouth even an inch, so they all punctured through my gums. The metallic taste of blood filled my palate. My ears felt as if they were ripping and tearing, moving on their own. They changed, reformed, pointed. My human form was being forever changed. My lips tore, a terrible sensation of tearing flesh filled my face, even as they healed into their new form, curved up into an eternal smile. My nose flattened and changed. I grew a tail. I knew I would never be able to see myself in the mirror, but this new horrific form.

I am no longer human. I’m something else. I first thought of myself as lesser than humans, but now I see the truth. I’m the next stage. I serve as a view into the next steps into human evolution. I am more, I am better, I am pure, I am  nekomusume. And soon, so shall you be.

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The Tale of The Demonic Presence

With a plume of smoke and fire, a foul stench of sulphur filled the room. A creature unlike any other appeared before Cathy Bringham. With a head like a goat’s, it smacked it’s lips with it’s forked tongue before speaking with a booming, baritone voice.

“Catherine Bringham, If you do not do as I ask, I shall feast on your flesh and claim your mortal soul!”

Cathy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever Baphomet...” she said, dismissively

“Catherine, you do not know what awaits you. I will roast you alive, rendering your fat and crisping your skin so I may enjoy every morsel of your flesh”

“I’m trying to read something, Baphomet,” Catherine sighed, ”Please leave me alone.”

Baphomet’s many shoulders slumped, “I get so lonely without you Catherine.”

Catherine pinched the bridge of her nose, “Well, why did you leave me for Lillith then? You’re the one who ended this, Baphomet;. I’m not looking back, so just get over it already.” She shooed it away with her hand.

Baphomet conjured a portal back to it’s heinous abode. Stopping halfway through to look back at Cathy. She ignored the flaming hellmouth, reading her copy of The Pit and The Pendulum. Baphomet sobbed as it left, stepping into it’s home dimension once more.

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The Tale of the Shruggoth

It was a night quite like any other at first glance. Watching re-runs of The Outer Limits as my hot chocolate turned cold. But something in the air hit me differently. It cut through to my core with a sense of something to come. Something I’d not felt before. Almost like a sort of cosmic ennui hitting my mind, shutting off anything else.

The end credits hit as I got up, taking my lukewarm cocoa to the kitchen to pour down the sink. The feeling of an almost eternal boredom stuck with me, growing as I walked through the house. The chocolate found itself on the counter as I stood, with no real ambition at all. I stood for minutes, not because I wanted to stand, rather because I didn’t much want to do anything else. I felt no reason to begin to do something I didn’t want to. So there I stood, thinking of nothing but the feeling of gravity pulling me down, my legs felt warm with the strain but still I didn’t move.

Soon, though, I did feel an urge. A small, pressing thought to look to the kitchen window. I looked, focussing my eyes on something I thought I saw. A blob. Moving through my garden, a purple blob. It’s skin twisted and wrinkled as it moved, a light emanating from it’s core, illuminating the grass, albeit dimly. It had eyes that seemed to close and disappear, new eyes forming in another place. I realised this creature was causing my current unaffected feeling.

But I didn’t care.

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The Tale of The Unknown Driver

Tracy sat back in her seat, the sound of tires running over the smooth asphalt was soothing to her so she rarely listened to the radio on her long drives home. Every week she visited her grandma, driving back in the darkness on the long empty highway.

Suddenly, something caught her attention. For the first time in what seemed like months, there was another driver on the road behind her. It was a regular car, a silver sedan from the 2000′s. But something seemed odd about it. It followed her for a mile, before it got closer. The unknown driver flashed their lights, Tracy could only just make out the figure, pointing at her car. The driver sped up, getting close to her bumper before swerving away and shooting past her. Tracy was scared, afraid they’d be waiting for her up ahead. Until she looked back to where the driver was, instead finding something shocking.

A giant African moth fluttered at her, slapping her face as it flew out of the open window beside her.

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The Tale of Wednesday Night

It was 10 PM, Wednesday night. Cynthia had just finished eating a jar of chocolate spread in the living room. Upon finding there was none left, she realised that she had something she must do.

She had to put the jar into the recycling bin.

She walked into the kitchen. It was a short trip, so she opted not to turn on the light. She simply slipped on her trainers and walked to the back door. Upon leaving, she opened her gate and walked to the bins. She opened the blue one and deposited the jar from her shameful snack. 

She walked quickly inside, finding the oppressive darkness all around her. She fumbled with the lock on the gate. Her breath quickened as she began to imagine the horrors that reside in the murky blackness of the night. She jumped back inside, closing and locking the back door. She was safe. She took off her shoes and walked towards the old creaky stairs. Until...

She remembered she needed to retrieve the wet wipes. Flicking on the hallway light, she looked around and noticed something odd.

Her shoes were no longer there.

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