Tailypo is my ultimate favourite, but I’ll be original this year.
Some great ones I love below; which I stole from horror books for children I read as a child. I…kinda modified them to my own taste though. :D
The Hand of Death
Three girls had finished graduation, and they were very happy. Still wearing their mortarboards and graduation robes, they decided to celebrate somehow. They got some alcohol and went drinking in the old house by the graveyard.
After talking a little and getting slightly liquored up, one of them pointed, from out of the window, to a strange grave, in the cemetery beyond.
“They say that the woman who was buried there, thirty years ago was stabbed to death by her husband…with a butcher knife. It seems that her ghost still haunts the ground, and if you stick a knife in front of her grave, she rises from the dead to pull you under…she takes you to Hell with her, for mocking her death…”
“Oh yeah right, as if.”
Then the girl telling the story finds a huge and rusty knife, and hands it to the skeptic.
“If you do not believe this, why not take this knife and stick it in the soil, right in front of her tombstone?”
The girl takes the knife with a smirk.
“Pfft, fine. Losers.”
She gets out of the house, and the two other girls watch from the window.
Arriving at the grave, she kneels down to read the inscription, and feels a bit freaked out…well this is all bullshit of course. With a mighty plunge, she jams the knife into the soil right in front of the tombstone, all the way to its handle.
A little uneasy after having done this, she quickly gets up and starts to run back to the old house…however, something grabs her robe, and does not let her leave!
It was true, a hand from the grave had come to take her to Hell! Freaking out, screaming and crying she tries to free herself, but she falls over, and no longer moves…
The other two girls watch from the window at the sudden outburst, and out of fear, run out of the house to the nearest public telephone to call the authorities…
About a day later, the young woman’s death was announced to her parents. It was a sad day indeed, right after graduation…but also a little strange. The girl had been drinking, but she clearly died of sheer fright…found dead, as cold as stone…with a knife stuck in the bottom of her graduation gown, pinning the girl to earth.
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Late
A man is walking down a busy street…it is very hot, he is sweating like mad, and he feels ill…very ill.
He wipes his forehead, and the feel of his clammy and moist hand makes him nearly hurl. Looking at the back of his hand, he notices flecks of skin, some with pale red stains…it came from his forehead.
In fact, his entire body seems very dry, and skin is flaking off…his hair seems to release itself from his scalp merely by running his hand through it.
I’m late…
In his other hand, he clutches a bottle of water. He had just purchased it from a convenience store. He was dying of thirst, and used up the last of his change to get the bottle…the clerk seemed horrified when he saw the man. He offered to call an ambulance and get him to the hospital.
But he dismissed it, saying he was fine, although his voice, trembling and seemingly out of breath betrayed this…now, holding himself up with the use of a telephone booth, he tried to take another swig of the water.
But it was not working…despite the intense heat and his savage thirst, the water simply refused to go down. it made him terribly sick, and it involuntarily sprayed out of his mouth like vomit, falling over his dirty work shirt and tie.
I’m late…gotta call…
At this, people walking by looked at him, frightened, disgusted…some offered help but he pushes them away.
Pressing 0 on the telephone, the man asks the operator to link him to his own phone number.
Gotta let Marie know I’ll be there…soon. I’m coming.
His wife was not at home. Received by her recorded voice, he felt panic and despair. He had to let her know that he was coming.
The man walks fast, despite feeling like crap…then he starts to run.
He is aching everywhere, he feels that his innards will explode, he feels a wetness in his underwear. Not pleasant. His knees are hurting him terribly, and he sweats…some flecks of skin gets in his eye, and it burns, it is itching.
But he keeps running.
Fuck…I’m gonna fall apart…
Finally, destination.
The cathedral. He made it. Plenty of cars are parked everywhere, he knows that he is not too late, yet. Regaining his breath which only threatens to make him loose consciousness, he advances again in the heat, towards the cathedral doors.
As he enters, the heat is slightly diminished, but his eyes are now in utter pain, so much so that he can barely keep them open. The sunlight through the massive windows blind him, but he can see enough…everyone has turned towards him as he entered. The priest, apparently in the middle of a speech, has stopped. Looking at him.
I’m here…
He notices his wife. Her face is puffy and red…she is crying. Everyone looks, but nobody says anything to him. Nobody advances towards him.
He walks in the aisle, closer to the priest. He does not look back. Walks and walks.
Someone, an old man he thinks, closes the doors of the cathedral which he had not attended to after making his entrance.
“Must have been the wind!” informs the man closing the doors.
The people in the cathedral turn back towards the priest. With a small smile to the audience, he begins his speech anew.
Nobody pays any attention to the man.
But he made it.
As he nears the end of the aisle, he sees a great coffin, with the cover open.
He climbs in, lays within and puts his arms by his sides, closing his eyes.
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Oh what the hell…a different version of my favourite, Tailypo…more on the comical side.
The Toe
On the edge of town, there lived a poor couple, with their malnourished son. Every day, they would scrounge for food in their measly fields, often going to bed, their stomach acid threatening to go all Soul Calibur on their asses.
One day, the man went in to town, hoping to find work, while the mother was doing what she could to make some soup. Some vegetables were available, beef broth and some bread…they would at least have a meal tonight.
The boy was in the fields, trying to find anything which did not look like it was dead. He takes his hoe and strikes, looking in the foul earth for a miracle…nothing.
Eventually though, a mighty swing and he strikes something!
…oompf…
As he does, he could have sworn that a tractor, or a giant, somewhere, was growling. He looks at what he finds…a severed middle aged man’s big toe!
Hardly able to contain his excitement, he grabs it and runs home.
“Mom! Mom! Look what I found out in the field!”
He shows his mother the severed bloody toe, which had already gone a shade of white.
“Wow, son! Fantastic! Let’s put it in tonight’s soup!”
As such, she plops the toe into the boiling soup.
“Your father will be very proud of you, Alphonse.”
“Yay! It’s fucking Christmas early this year! Woo!”
They had a decent meal. The father had found work for the day, and came home with some ham, chocolate for Alphonse, and some wine for later. It was a pleasant family night, the first good one in a long time.
Bedtime. Alphonse is tucked away, and the parents retreat in their bedroom with the wine.
Later in the night, Alphonse is suddenly woken by some rough noises coming from his parents’ bedroom. Crashing, things breaking…
“Jeez. They are still going at it?”
Then, an extremely alarming and unusual moan…
Whhooooaaaaa….
:O :/
Then, some vocal arguments…were his parents fighting? Something about not hoeing any sows…
…eating any toes…
Did he hear right? Just what the hell kind of session were his parents having, and why was his mother making such atrocious wails?
It stopped for a short moment…and the wails started again, but right outside his bedroom door!
“M-mom…?”
The door crashed open, and a tall, nude stranger appeared…he was very tall, and his skin was white like a porcelain bowl…cracked and dried, his mouth and hands full of steaming blood. Chunks of…pale pink and dark red bits dribbled from his mouth, in fact, Alphonse would never know it, but this abomination left a trail of entrails behind him, which began right in the bed of his parents, as they were making his younger sister.
Amidst the gore which presented itself before him like some butterfly right out of Hell, he noticed something odd…his feet were covered with blood and intestinal pieces, but where his big toe should have been, there was nothing but a dark clot of dried blood covered bone splinter…
“WHERE IS MY TOOOOOOOOE….GIVE ME BACK MY TOE, YOU HAVE IT, THIS I KNOW, GIVE ME BACK MY TOOOOOE…”
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Hope you liked them. :)
