This is Halloween...

Welcome to the month of October, where candy corn, caramel apples, pumpkin carving contests, and fall is all mixed into one big present. Well to me, it is a present, nothing more exciting then trying to come up with a scary story for Halloween to scare family and friends. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the third chapter in my adaptation for "Two minutes of Terror." I began this back in early July, I had an idea to use the settings that one of my favorite flash artists had used, and well, make a short story out of it. I lost interest after the second chapter, because I didn't feel that if I did continue, it wouldn't have the same enthusiasm I had earlier and that it would be a bore. It wasn't until I came across a great TV show called "American Horror Story." Seeing how every episode has something different, something fresh, something that was so random and enlightening to me, that I became excited.

Something stirred up in me when I watched the one episode about the murdered women that were forced to wear nurse uniforms. Now, I know that isn't a very good inspiration, but it wasn't until I saw the Piggy Man episode that got my creative juices flowing, and now, after three days of pouring through ideas about what I could do with my characters that I decided to six chapters, two chapters each showing how one character died. Besides being able to use different aspects of Horror, I was able to dig deeper into Urban Legends, which is where Chapters 3-4 is going to use. Please, read carefully and I will show up with Chapter four on Halloween. Muhahahahahahahahaha....

Chapter Three

"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist."

Stewart Althop

"Shit!" "What?" "I'm going to be late for my shift at the morgue." I said as I began to put on my panties and bra back on. "Oh come on baby, you just need a night off." I shivered as he kissed my neck and put his wonderfully strong arms around my middle. "I'm off tomorrow; we'll go out for a date." "Promise?" "Promise." I kissed my husband and finished getting dressed; I shivered as I looked out at the full moon from the bedroom window. I didn't need a reminder that I would be putting on my soft, but warm, black trench coat.

 Little did I know how tonight’s events were going to unfold, or how I would only play a small part in this dreadful tale. My name is Casey Wood, M.D. Ya, I know, a Doctor that works in the morgue, if life could be any more ironic I would just might as well believe that pigs fly. I’m twenty-five, five foot six, slim, blond, blue, green eyes, a nice smile, and I should add happily married to a wonderful man that is always constantly horny. Oh well, it’s nice to be able to rule over him with what I have, he gets a nice reward for being obedient.

 The only reason I was down in that cold basement was because I was an assistant to the ever-famous Dr. John Seymour, he was looking for help, and I was looking for a place to work. Therefore, I put in for the job, and surprise, surprise, I get a call, get interviewed, and get the job. He’s really not that bad to work for really, he works during the day, and I get the nights, works out for the both of us.

The roads tonight were rather scarce of other vehicles and pedestrians, but then again, I do have to keep reminding myself that I moved to a middle of nowhere town that didn't have much to offer. But, however, it is quiet, no real crime, the locals are very friendly, and I never thought that me and my husband would be able to eat all of the Jell-O and turkey dinners that were brought over.

So no, I really can’t complain, wouldn't be very helpful, especially since I moved halfway across the country to get where I am now. I pulled into the hospital parking lot and cursed again. I forgot to get some hot coffee at the convenience store down the street, handsome kid works days there, goes by the name of Jason. He’s a local historian buff, but nervous and shy around girls. I wish the best of luck for him.

I grab my purse and keys, and double-checked that I left nothing in the car before I locked it. Last time I forgot my purse and keys and then had to explain to the police officer what had happened. He helped me out with an old coat hanger, and I was saved from going to jail for trying to break into my own vehicle. The hospital is the same as it always has been, same gray brick, same rectangle windows, and same tired looking yellow curtains.

Sometime back in nineteen fifty-seven, Black Ridge Sanitarium was construction, ran by the state, many unlawful practices were committed here. Some of the patients were never even sick, but were healthy and innocent. Only being used for illegal surgeries to learn more about the human anatomy, some of the Doctors performing the operations didn't use anesthetic at all, but rather enjoyed the pain and suffering they were implementing on their illegal operations. However, the past is the past, now this place, as far as I know is very safe, what a fool I was…

I greeted Marcy, the head Nurse that worked behind the main desk at night; she looked like my fifth grade school teacher, with the wrinkly, pale looking skin. Hair pulled painfully back into a bun, no lipstick, no make-up, everything except her attitude made her look mean and well, evil. In fact, she was the sweetest old woman with the biggest heart, I ever did meet, just have to get past the exterior and get a good look at the interior. Several doctors were discussing something over a coffee break as I passed the break room; hospital coffee is not something I would recommend unless you have nothing else to keep you up at night.

As I turned the corner to go down the hall to the elevator, I was assaulted by yelling and screaming. Two patients were in the hall, and by the looks of them both, they weren't quite aware of what they were doing. “BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY…” “HERE PIGGY, PIG, PIG, HERE PIGGY, PIG, PIG…” The female patient that was yelling Bloody Mary, was a rather lanky looking teenager, skinny, dirty black hair, and yellow skin. The male patients who was yelling Here Piggy Pig, Pig, was a rather bald, pudgy looking man who looked to be in his late forties, and his skin was a rather sickly white looking color. Both were still yelling at the corner mirror when two orderlies grabbed their arms and attempted to lead them away.

The girl started to suddenly cry, and to my discomfort it looked like her face had been scratched repeatedly, leaving her blind in both eyes. The man adamantly refused to leave the hallway, yelling about Piggy Man was coming for them and that we were all going to die. I watched the depressing and rather agonizing scene for the next few minutes, waiting for the orderlies to carefully but forcefully take the very disturbed patients out of the hall, as the teenager was being led back to her room she suddenly cried out. “SHE IS COMING!”

That was enough for me as I practically sprinted down the hallway and pressed the button to go down to the basement. It wasn't until I got into the elevator and the doors closed that I allowed myself to breathe. More like gasp at the air I had denied myself when I ran, but as the elevator descended I realized that I allowed myself to be affected by the scene with the two disturbed patients. That really wasn't like me, but maybe it was the mood when I entered, it felt drab and depressing instead of the usual cheerfulness.

Sullen and rather depressed when the door opened to my work place, I felt that all life had ceased to exist in this dimension called The Morgue. “How have my dead been doing?” I asked to just break the silence that had been plaguing me. No one answered, didn't expect them to, they were dead, and the dead were better listeners then most living people I knew. I put my purse down and checked the time on the wall clock at the far end of the basement. The harsh glare from the fluorescent lighting made it a little difficult to read but 7:15 was the time. Fifteen minutes ago, I was worrying about how I was going to stay up, now, all I wanted to do was do my job, go home, and snuggle underneath my covers with my cat.

Now between you and me, the fresh corpses that came in during the day were kept in large metal boxes, put on metal stretchers that slid in and out of them. Nothing covering them besides a sheet for dignity, naked underneath as the day they were born. The room is about as cold as a refrigerator, making it necessary to wear some sort of sweater while you work. It helps keep the bodies from decomposing and well, smell. I don’t know if you've ever smelled a dead body, but just think of putrid pizza coupled with raw fish gone bad. Ya, it’s that bad, believe me on that.

The first corpse that I inspected was a woman in her mid-fifties, apparently died from a heart attack in the ambulance. Poor thing, she looked like she didn't go peacefully, her mouth still open in a state of pain, her eyes where once the caring soul that was tortured was gone. Leaving behind an empty house, and for someone to bury, cry over, cut open, or just ignore. I talked to her as I began to go over what was written down, now this is where my job comes in. I am to do a dissection of the body, to make sure the cause of death was natural or not, weighing organs and such. I pulled out my mini recorder and looked over the woman.

“Chelsey Anna Richards, female, died at approximately 3:52 P.M. on October twenty-first, two thousand and twelve. Patient appears to be fifty-five in age, no lacerations located on the body. Birthmark on right shoulder in the shape of a star has white hair, blue eyes.” I paused and studied the clipboard from which I was reading. I was about to continue when something caught my eye, a blur so fast, I wasn't even sure if it was real. I looked around for a moment, seeing if it would happen again, it didn't.

I sighed; I must have been really stressed because when I looked down to continue my report, she was gone. Nothing was on that metal stretcher, when I looked up to see where the body went everything was tinted red. A dark and light red where the normal color should have been, “No, this isn't happening…” I told myself. That was when I heard some squealing and grunting, that of a pig. The hairs on my body stood up when I took a step back and bumped into something.

I turned around slowly, telling myself that it was only wall, and when I did, I screamed out in fear. A large looking man, with a pigs head was standing before me; he was wearing a butcher’s apron and holding a very large, nasty looking cleaver covered in dry blood. I swear our eyes met, and something inside of me broke as I took a large leap backwards. Knocking over the stretcher and tripping me when I tried to run. I yelped in pain as the large Pig man took a step forward and squealed loudly, the cleaver raised into the air, with my life flashing before my eyes.

I put my arms up and closed my eyes as tears ran down my face as the cleaver swung down and chopped off my arms, leaving only bloody stumps below my elbows. I howled in pain and terror as the Pig man raised up his cleaver again, my blood running down the sharp blade, and I cried harder than before, begging, pleading for my life. However, it was not to be, I could picture the deranged, sadistic smile behind the mask. I watched in slow motion, as the blade came down, my eyes grew wide when I felt it bite into my neck and carried through to the other end.

They say when you are first beheaded, you don’t think, you can’t move, you can’t even say anything. I watched as I flew off and landed on my right ear, my body arched its back from the fountain of blood that painted the white tiles red from the severed neck. I watched helplessly as it then twitched from the death throes it was going through. It then went still, everything went still, my eyes closed, and that was all I could remember…

Another round of Hell...

I recently composed a story that was for a friend, now like I have stated before, I would not be making more erotic stories as I didn't feel very comfortable making them. But! It came out very well, or so I think, and I am putting it on here for all to read, it contains girl on girl, and tentacle action, also be warned that gore is in this story. This is an 18+ plus story, anyone caught reading this under 18 will be killed in a very painful way, now I introduce you to a story that took me awhile to do as I am still learning and perfecting my writing skill...

To Be United

A fantasy tale

By Justin Thomas

When we first begin our tale, one must first understand where one is coming from, or going, or staying in some cases. For in this tale of vile gore and the sleazy sultriness of which you will be introduced to two characters, two of which will die, and it might be enjoyable or disturbing.

It was a dark night, the clouds blackened with the coming of a Eastern Wind, that was chilling the way before its Master, streaks of lightning made for a show that could never be rivaled. It was quiet; the crickets were hiding in the cracks of an old Mansion, in which nothing living was stirring. But yet, this quietness was engulfed by the past memories of its past owners, where laughter, crying, yelling, passionate words spoken by the fire place, or in a bedroom, where two bodies laid intertwined in the most primitive of passions. The storm got closer and still nothing stirred, for in this deserted countryside, the living had passed on into death, or a form of death.

Yes, I am talking about the living dead, nothing that could ever be real, where authors, and directors, dreamt about it, where musicians and cartoonists made everlasting melodies that made an impression on the entire human race. However, where we are now, you will only get a glimpse into this world that is shrouded in mystery, even when everything seems to be explained. The Umbrella Corporation was the world’s leading venture into science, where every aspect of it was studied. Nevertheless, greed and corruption soon took root, and the once thriving company made plans to make a virus, a virus that would wipe out the entire human race, but this plan was for money only. An antidote was being developed when things went haywire.

An A.I. went rogue under Raccoon City, killing every scientist and guard in the underground bunker that was like an upside down beehive. A woman named Alice escaped from there, she was the antidote that had been worked on tirelessly, but on this dreadful night, she was currently in Japan, taking out another group of Umbrella that had hidden itself below ground to wait for the living dead to decompose completely. But that story shall wait as well, for now, we shall return to our original story, where death shall claim two lives, and leave two more heart broken…

“I see him, walking toward your general direction Jill.” Claire spoke silently into the microphone headset that miraculously still survived from everything that she had been through during her time spent hunting down a sighting of The Executioner. Which had turned into a chase, and now, after hours spent killing and running from everything that wanted to maim, slit, behead, or take over her body and the body of her partner Jill Valentine, they were down to just him, and them. Jill was hiding in the bushes on the south part of the front lawn, a rocket launcher was aimed at the beast in front of her, waiting for the finger to pull its trigger back and launch a deadly attack.

“When should I engage?” Jill replied breathlessly, her nervousness in her voice could be heard in the feedback. “Wait until he gets close enough so that you can’t miss.” Claire replied a little sarcastically, when they both agreed to this plan, she should have been the one to be the bait and Jill the one to attack from above. The darkened balcony was empty, the wind and lightning in the distance was a perfect cover for any noise that she made, for they would finish this for the last time. The Executioner got closer, apparently its lack of sight made up for any sound from the bushes when Jill moved. “Twenty feet away Claire, he’s close!” “Hold steady, almost have him…”

A large roar was then heard, breaking the thickened silence and tension in the air, and The Executioner charged toward Jill, where she panicked and fired the Rocket Launcher, the mini missile rushed toward its target and struck its intended area, the chest. Where he was flown back from the explosion and landed on the ground, his large axe struck the side of the building and embedded itself into the stone. The large giant creature roared in pain and managed to get back up before being knocked back down as Jill had loaded another missile and waited until it got back up. “Claire! Now what do we do!?” “Keep firing Jill! It’s the only way we have!” Claire growled angrily, not sure what to do but try to blow the thing to kingdom come. She did have a M21 Sniper Rifle handy though and she was trying to line up a shot.

With all of the smoke and dust flying in the air though, and the wind blowing stronger with the storm coming in, it was going to take a Hell of a shot to get in the bastards head. “Claire! I only have one Mini left!” “Use it!” Jill grunted in frustration as her hair, which was normally in a ponytail, was in her face, having come lose in her adventure to end The Executioner once and for all. The monster groggily got up again, its dogged persistence of trying to get at the living would of made anyone lesser then Claire and Jill run away and want to live another day.

‘Come on, damn it, I need a clear shot.’ Claire chanted inwardly, itching to fire her last bullet, and end this nightmare. “Firing!” Jill shouted out, and pulled the trigger, sending the last missile into the beast from Hell, its flesh was already damaged, and it continued to roar and yell in pain and anger. But just as the Missile hit the monster, Claire fired her last shot, its intended target, its head.

Time seemed to slow down as the two devices of war, the implements that had held hope and damnation from both ends of the spectrum, Claire unconsciously held her breath as she watched wide-eyed as it seemed that this was it, this was going to be the very end of The Executioner. Jill just watched, ready to fire her custom made 9mm Glock pistol in case things didn't go as planned, if she was going to die, she was going to die fighting. To the disbelief of both though, the missile and the bullet struck home, effectively killing the beast for the last and final time. Jill jumped up, started shouting, and screaming at the heavens with joy, as Claire was taking in deep breaths and let herself enjoy the moment at hand. It was done, the monster was dead, and now their mission was complete.

“HQ come in, The Executioner is dead, I repeat, The Executioner is dead, need evac, over?” Static came back, and she called again, nothing. “Jill, can you get HQ, I can’t get anything.” “One moment.” Came the reply. Jill tried to call in but again, there was nothing but static. “Claire, we are going to have to take shelter and wait out the storm.” “Have any idea where?” “No, but we can at least look for clean clothes and a hot shower.” Jill said, looking down at the slain beast, it did not move. However, something else did, something that had been watching the two female humans as soon as they set foot in the woods, and it was hungry…

The two heroes’ walked around the now deserted mansion, avoiding the corpses and blood pools that had come from the ragged bullet holes in their now very dead bodies. They went upstairs and managed to find a large guest bedroom with clean clothes, male, and a working shower, no hot water. Jill smiled as she shivered under the cold water coming down on her naked skin; it felt good to have time to herself, especially after a hard mission. She didn't notice or hear the door open and figure come in, nor did she notice the curtain open a little bit and the figure get in behind her.

She jumped a little bit as Claire wrapped her arms around her middle and kissed the back of her neck, a small moan escaped her lips. “Mmm, now that feels good.” Jill said softly, having her secret lover with her was worth being in both worlds. She was bi, but she just needed that special touch that only a woman could provide. “I bet it does my love.” Claire responded gently, her hands rubbing her flat stomach, just starting to get her lover aroused, Jill couldn't stand it and turned around, the cold water peppered her back, but the stinging sensation didn't matter, as her lips were against Clair’s, their tongues rolling off one another as they rubbed their breasts together.

The cold water was made hot as their body heat soared through the roof, nothing stopped them as Jill broke the kiss and began to suck on Clair’s nipples, her tongue rolling off of each one, noticing how aroused her partner was she greedily sucked and bit the hard nipples that were hers for the taking. Fingers ran down Clair’s stomach and she arched her back as Jill’s fingers found her clit and began to rub it, she moaned in ecstasy and just let Jill fulfill her right then and there.  Nothing prepared her though as Jill’s fingers went into her wet, and eager sex, two hard, slim fingers that pumped into her excited body, making her even wetter for her partner.

Jill smiled, as Claire seemed to be deep in ecstasy, the water no longer mattered as her tongue rolled around those cherry red nipples, her fingers pumping into the hot and eager body of Claire Redfield. Those glassy eyes filled with pleasure as Jill had taken control of her body, and she would do anything to be in that place where Heaven was the most intimate for her. Time seemed to fly by as they moved from the shower to the bed where both of their pussies were rubbing together; the hot liquid that was made was the best lubricant for the both of them.

The storm had hit the mansion full force, but they didn't care, they were in the throes of passion and ecstasy, their bodies pulsing as one as Claire was trembling again, her orgasm rocked her body once again, taking Jill for the ride as her legs locked her against her. She screamed in pleasure as her back arched, and she bucked hard against Jill’s pussy that had continued to bring her to heaven and beyond. Jill screamed with her as her own orgasm achieved an ecstasy that she wouldn't have done easily with any man. As the two women writhed together in their sensual pleasures, the being was watching through cracks in the wall, its hunger for food that was held back as it watched the show that the two human females had put on for it.

It was then that all Hell broke loose, the two women who brains were numbed from the pleasures that they had just endured didn't notice it at first. But as the walls burst forth with tentacles Jill yelled out in surprise, but it was too late, nothing could be done as they were forcefully taken off of the bed, naked, and without any weapons their struggling was useless as the grip on them wasn't weakened in any way. More tentacles appeared and entered their bodies with force, their mouths, pussies, and asses overfilled with the abundance of their enemy. Nothing could prepare them for the pain they endured as they began to pump without any mercy into them.

Repeatedly, their bodies were slammed with the massive tentacles that had invaded their bodies, suffocating them, choking them, filling them. The tentacles went further and further into them, filling up every available area inside their bodies. Their skin being stretched from the insides as it then exploded its burning hot liquid cum inside of them. Over filling the already exhausted and abused bodies, then blinding pain exploded everywhere…

The bodies of Jill and Claire were ripped apart from the inside, blood and guts flying everywhere, the mangled pieces of raw flesh was now ready for feeding, and the destroyed parts of the two heroes’ were sucked into the gaping holes in the wall to the beast that was now feeding its hunger…