Horror 3: Animals
(SMASHWORDS EDITION / Copyright Kenneth Guthrie 2011)
Food, tasty morsels covered in blood. My pretties wait in the darkness, sniffing, growling. They are hungry, as I am hungry; however, both of us will feed tonight as the hotel of darkness is filled with the sound of bones gnawed clean. "Fearful work by this new author."
These two stories are about 4500 combined.
SECTIONS
Day Dreams
Sweet sunny day air flittered through the bus infusing its occupants with daydreams of long wide beaches of the whitest sand and girlish boy-girl fantasies that always ended in the sweet partings of short lived love.
Sally lay side on watching the world meander by.
“We must be almost half way.”
Kelly’s enthusiasm was not lost on Sally. Washington and the recital waited.
“Probably. The last sign said 300 miles.”
The world flowed by – perfect as can be.
Long Evenings
The driver pulled over. Red and blue flashing blazed in the evening air. The motorcycle cop stood quietly waiting by his bike.
Sally watched the short discussion. The cop looked angry, the bus driver apologetic. She wondered what they had been doing wrong.
The speakers squealed a little as the driver picked up microphone.
“I’ve been told the road is closed up ahead and we will need to stop here or just along from where we are now.”
Mumbling. Girls spoke forlornly of early arrivals.
“There’s a motel up the road. The officer has told me the rates are cheap. Who would like to stop at the hotel? A show of hands, please.”
90% of hands went up.
“Ok. We’ll head on over there and see if there are enough rooms.”
The bus chugged to life. Restful salvation only a short ways away.
HOTEL 636
Dirty and dusty, the room had indeed been cheap. $10 per bed at discount rates for each girl. It was hardly a difficult decision.
Her bed was clean. She had checked carefully. She lay down to rest. It was already late.
Kelly snored loudly on the twin. A thick lower stomach type growl that shook the headboard.
Sally got up again. 10 minutes and no break in the thunder from her loud little friend was enough.
The coke machine sat next to the reception. Semi fluro-colors outlined a brief selection of sugar water concoctions.
It was crisp. Burning and beautiful it filled her throat pleasantly.
Clink. One empty can greeted others cheerfully as it entered the bin.
She turned to go.
A black figure stood semi-hidden in the darkness under the furthest light. Tall, dark, unknown. Is that the driver?
Shuffling uneasily, she raced to her room. Something felt off.
Click. The door closed comfortingly behind her slightly sweaty back.
The room was dark. She reached for the light. What is that sound? She noted a faint slithering where Kelly was now no longer snoring.
She flicked the switch.
She screamed. Madness, filthy madness. It wrapped long and pulsating around Kelly’s middle down to her open nightdress. Inserted, its tail revolved ridiculously as the rest crushed frail bones already well broken.
Kelly was purple. The snake was green. The mixture of colors enhanced Sally’s awareness of the fact: Kelly was dead.
Two heartbeats. That was what it took her to turn and open the door. A dark shadow waited. Tall, dark and unknown – the same as before – it stood outside of the light a short distance away in the now dark parking lot.
Slam. Back to the door, she panted. What is happening. No answers from a bulging eyed corpse.
She ran to the window.
Knock. Knock. A firm hand requested entrance.
It slid upwards easily. She slid out even more easily.
In the faint moonlight she saw mesh walls with a small gate to the left. A dog run? What an odd thing to have at a motel like this.