A hiker is trapped in a freak snowstorm
but finds shelter in an old cave. As the
weeks pass, he grows hungry. Water is not
a problem, but he is a meat eater and he
begins to look at his lower leg. "There's a
lot of good muscle on the lower leg." He
draws out his knife and prepares to do
what's necessary to survive.

ACROMOTOPHILIA

I loved giving him money whenever I Passed as slowly and stealthily as a Hungry Tiger...

His good hand open in an attempt to collect the Money, eyes filled with gratefulness at the least respite from raging ravenous revengeful hunger...

I stood watching the stump where his Left hand used to be, blasts of testosterone and adrenaline pumped into my System like an I.V Fluid..

I watched the stump which was once a hand go up and down as he begged a rather frigid passerby for a drop of the Chinks... It's immobility doing getup wonders to my rigid "Tool"....

I gave him yet another Naira note of a higher denomination and leaned back on my car wondering how good it will be to shoot my wad all over that blightful stump...

But I dismissed such thoughts and got back into my car, drove like a dove and got to a street corner..

Brought out my tool, and edged to the imagination of the begger with a healed stump that used to be a left hand

#The Swam

#By David Onyemaizu

#Chapter 3 (Finale)

The first thing Feng Wei heard when he woke up was the loud buzzing sound, at first the sound felt like forgotten fragments of the dream he was having before the sound but all of sudden it felt too real to be a mere dream, he jolted up with a start and at that same moment heard the piercing scream of Jing, he ran out his tent in a manner devoid of order and almost fell on his face when he saw the black swam of the thing which was had devoured Ming and was now after Jing who desperately running as fast as he could "Run!!" Jing cried to Feng, whose paralysis caused by shock broke and he started running too, how they ran, and ran without looking back, away from the Temple, their mission to Nagasaki forgotten in the midst of the terrifying horror that had escaped from that temple, they were still running by the time the sun set and started its usual journey to the horizon overlooking Tokyo..

END...

@khostlybeauty, thanks I didn't think it was much of a story though.. probably the least of my works..

#The Swam

#By David Onyemaizu

"Don't awaken the unexpected" - Jamie Ferdinand

#Chapter 2

It was almost 3:45 am in the quiet Temple over looking Len's Pass just before the Lion Gate's Bridge to the East, Feng and Jing were already fast asleep having propped up tents within the temple and carefully holed themselves up in their sleeping Bags, Ming was however having a bout of insomnia, at first she had been able to sleep for about 2 hours but after having a really horrible dream she couldn't remember she had decided to explore the temple....

She first climbed the sacred altar and stared up at the massive Buddha statue and somehow it just felt funny to her that she felt the need to pay her respects to Buddha, for one thing she was never the religious type, she had always been indifferent to religious axioms and beliefs, putting her palms together she whispered silently "Amitapha" then giggled saliently to herself and proceeded to check the inner chambers in the temple....

On getting to the last row of block stairs downwards she found herself in a sort of inner sanctuary, and of course the door was closed and it didn't budge when she tried to open it, As she made to leave the sanctuary, the door opened and she peered inside..

Alone like a trophy stood a jar on a stone altar, shining and glowing in the intense darkness, Ming used her left hand to shield the piercing rays of light from petrifying her already dilated pupils, the jar stopped shining and she noticed she could see markings and engravings on the jar and the stone altar, she squinted and tried to decipher the words on the jar but could only make it one word "don't open" it read, she stared at the jar again and discovered that it's lid was heavily sealed, she shook the jar and noticed it was extremely light, "so what the hell could be there?" She thought to herself, she hissed to herself and carelessly balanced the jar back on the stone altar not even bothering to check if it was well intact, at that same moment her eyes caught a pile of bags which she quickly hastened to get to, she unfastened the rope securing one of the bags and almost screamed with delight to find that each of the bags were filled to the brim with gold!

Probably in her over excitement she didn't hear the jar roll from the stone altar and crash on the floor, she didn't also hear at first the heavy buzzing of black wild locusts as they gathered up in the air behind her and formed the shape of a smiling face, finally hearing the sound Ming turned sharply and fell into the pile of bags, she would have screamed but it only came out as a strangled whimper as the locusts descended on her and by the time they dispersed away what was left of Ming was just a charred up skeleton.....

#The Swam

#By David Onyemaizu

"Curiosity Kills the Cat" - Old English Idiom

#Chapter 1

The journey had been long and tedious for the Maoism Group, as they journeyed from Tokyo to Nagasaki, the sole purpose of the journey embarked on by this group of travellers had been to propagate the tenets of Maoism in Nagasaki, Feng Wei who led the group alongside Ming and Jing Wo was looking quite weary with fatigue coupled with the fact that they were running low on food and supplies whilst still trying to avoid the Japanese army guards posted to all borders in the state to prevent the Maoists from gaining access to any part of the state...

"I'm so tired" Ming yawns loudly as the group arrive at Len's Pass, a sort of mountain passage where the old Temple of Buddha once stood, "C'mon just a little bit more, we'll soon get past this passage and will be on Lion Gate's Bridge which borders Tokyo and Nagasaki" stated Feng as he jumps down a slippery slope, "We just have to greatly avoid the Japanese Army, you know what happens if we get caught" Jing says as he swipes at a mosquito, "But I'm very tired, Feng we have Been travelling for hours now, can't we just stop by and rest? At least in this Buddha's Temple" Ming asked her voice really strained either due to cold or fatigue, "I think not, I have heard strange stories as regards this temple, let's just endure till we get to Lion's Gate then we'll camp for the night before crossing the bridge" Feng said, "but that's still miles away!" Ming retorted sharply "I think it wouldn't hurt to spend the night here Feng, stop being so superstitious, besides we don't want to get caught in the brewing storm forming up ahead" Jing stated with a smile on his face pointing at the now cloudy skies, "I have a very awkward feeling about this guys, but if you insist we can spend the night" Feng stated in resignation...

The three of them slowly approached the entrance of the Buddha's Temple, which stood like a huge giant on the mountain pass, years of wear and tear had rendered the temple quite old and looking like it could crumble at any given moment, they approached the entrance and Feng peeked in to see if anyone could be there, but wasn't surprised to find it empty except of course for the various statues that stood rooted firmly to the ground like the Japanese soldiers, "what's this?" Asked Ming as she slowly ran her fingers on one of the statues, "well those are the Onokiri, they are considered to be the guardians of the underworld in old Japanese Mythology, you guys don't still think we should leave?" Feng asked with a bit of concern and fear scribbled on his face, "Nope, it's cool in here man, what could possibly go wrong? You are just being to scared of a few statues" Jing said, "Yeah Feng, let's spend the night here the we move at dawn tomorrow" Ming stated as she hit one of the statues hard with her fist, "Alright then, but if anything goes wrong, I warned you guys and please let's refrain from touching these sacred objects" Feng said as they settled in for the night....

#ABUSIVE
#Epilogue (Sinister Endings)
#Onyemaizu David

Having cleared all traces of evidence connecting her to the murder of her husband, Rosaline Davis dragged the body of her husband to the end of the row of stairs in their house, she glanced at the clock and it was nearly 5:00am in the morning, this will all soon be over she thought to herself, having broken the neck of her husband neatly, she placed the body at the foot of the stairs and dialled 911 'hello, my husband is not breathing!! i think he fell off the stairs' She screamed hysterically into the reciever 'Madam, i need you to calm down, did you say he fell off the stairs? are you sure he's badly hurt?' the call agent asked 'Yeah!!! please send an ambulance over, he's unconscious and he's not breathing!' Rosie exclaimed hard, pretending to be crying over the phone, 'We'll send one over ma'm just be calm' said the call agent as he contacted the ambulance services of Los Angeles City Hospital as well as the LAPD, Rosaline dropped the reciever with a malevolent smile on her face.
Amidst the blaring of police sirens and the rapid shuffling of feet back and forth from the house of Jeffrey Davis, Detective Dennis Crowley was comforting Rosaline and helping her into his police cruiser to take her to the station just to have her statement as regards the death of Jeffrey Davis, the body of Jeffrey Davis was bagged, strapped to a strecher and loaded into the waiting ambulance, after getting her statement, Crowley escorted Roseline back home and put her to bed, the autopsy report came back a few days later, Jeffrey had died due to aphyxation probably due to his broken neck and there were traces of alcohol and drugs probably used by him in his bloodstream, the bruises on his body were however not paid attention to, the coroner probably felt he suffered the injuries due to his fall and hence didn't take those details into account, after several interviews as regards his alcohol history with his colleagues in the LAPD, it was concluded that Jeffrey had indeed died due to the fall under the influence of alcohol, the case was summarily closed and no one suspected Rosie nor any foul play...
A month after the burial of Jeffrey Davis, his wife Rosaline Davis had decided to dust up her credentials in Criminology and Parapsychology and signed up with the F.B.I........

#ABUSIVE
#Death Creeps (The Final Horror)
#Onyemaizu David

Rosaline Davis proceeded to place the plastic bag over Jeffrey's head and tie it in place, 'Wait a minute Rose' Jeffrey said, Rose stops and stares at him,'I know you want to kill me so badly, but have you forgotten what will happen to you if i wind up dead?' Jeffrey asked, Rose smiles and sits down back on her chair, 'Oh, i have it all figured out Jeff, if you are thinking i'll get convicted or tried for your murder, then you are certainly not the smart police officer i thought you were, as soon as i'm done with you, i'll wipe you up and remove all your rope burns, and general burns with a cream i used as a make up artist just to disguise your wounds should in case an autopsy inquisition comes up, which i'm sure wouldn't likely come up, as far as everyone will know, Jeffrey Davis died due to falling down from the stairs and breaking his neck under the influence of alcohol which will equally show up should an autopsy be done on your body, besides who would suspect the timid wife of a smart and good cop? they would rather sympathize with me and to cap it, all my fingerprints will be wiped, thank goodness you once showed me how to do that' Rosie concluded with a malevolent smile on her face.
Jeffrey looked at Rosie and knew that the end for him was definitely certain, hell! he hadn't known the bitch was so smart, if only he had known, 'Rosie, i can change, i'll be a better man, i won't hurt you anymore please? just untie me and let's talk about this, i'm ready to go and see a shrink and turn a new leaf' Jeffrey pleaded with feigned remorse and soberness, 'Jeff, you won't change, playing the pity card won't help you i know you are faking the remorse, in fact if you have your way i know you'll kill me now and that i won't allow, you'll die a good cop, none of the good citizens of this state or your colleagues will ever know how cruel and evil you were, i would have spared you even this minute for the love i still for you, but i'm doing this for the innocent child, our child, that you murdered to get at me and for that you must die, you are not fit to live, because you are not human, so i'm letting you die a good man in the eyes of people, something you hardly deserve' Rosie said as she proceeded to tie the plastic bag over the head of a squirming Jeffrey, with the bag in place, Jeffrey could hardly breathe, he struggled and squirmed with the last of his strength but the ropes didn't give way, he jerked and jerked as the supply of oxygen to his brain ceased and within 10 seconds Jeffrey Davis's body was still, Rosie stared at his body for some time and allowed a single tear drop, 'You finally did it Rosie, he's gone' the voice of Rebellious Rosie said in her head, Yet in her heart, she had really loved the bastard and in the first years of her courtship with him she now knew that he had only pretended to love her, heaving a loud sigh, Rosaline Davis proceeded to cover up the evidence of the murder of her husband......

#ABUSIVE
#Interrogation and Torture
#Onyemaizu David

'Answer me quietly, Jeff' Rosie stated calmly, 'Why did you hurt my baby?' She asked with tears welling up in her deep brown eyes, Jeffrey stared back at her 'because i fucking could!' He said with all the spite he could muster in his now weakened voice, but however this answer only earned him another branding which of course resulted to screaming from the red hot tong which was replaced in the fire to regain its hotness, by now the air was pervaded by the smell of singed or burnt flesh, Jeffrey's shirt was torn in several places, and his flesh showed several small wounds, an end result of continous branding, 'Why did you hurt me and my baby Jeffrey?'Rose asked again calmly, Jeffrey looked up at her and for the first time he was really afraid, not of getting burnt again by the now red hot tong but of satisfactorily answering that question, in absolute truth Jeffrey was a sadist, sociopath and misogynist, but for a police officer who had never gone for a session in psychotherapy, he didn't even know such words that could qualify his psychological discrepancies existed, all he however knew was that he enjoyed doing the things he had done to Rosaline.
'Answer me!, Why?!' Rose screamed at him, grabbed the tong and proceeded to undo his fly, which she practically tore off exposing him, 'Please! Rose i'll talk! i swear i'll talk!' Jeffrey said hysterically as he wriggled hard against his bonds which certainly didn't give way, 'I'm listening then, but if you waste my time again i'll burn it off' Rosie said grimly gesturing at Jeffrey's limp manhood, Jeffrey looked into her eyes and knew that she was wasn't kidding around, 'Okay Rose, all i can really say is i enjoyed hurting you, each time i did, i felt intense pleasure that i can't really explain, i don't understand it too myself' Jeffrey said without any real expression of remorse in his voice, 'So why did you marry me?' Rosie asked, 'i had to marry because it was part of the basis of my promotion in the police force, appearances had to be put up, besides i also figured that i could turn the tide to my own advantage' Jeffrey said, 'Oh! Turning the tide to your advantage, like having a little doll to practice your sadistic desires on, and here i was thinking i was not the perfect wife you wanted, i loved you Jeffrey, maybe some part of me still does, but men like you shouldn't be allowed to prey on the pain of innocent people and should certainly not be in the police force' Rose said as she grabs a clear plastic bag

#ABUSIVE
#Trussed Up
#Onyemaizu David

By the time he was coming around, Jeffrey Davis was being securely bound to a chair in the basement, She had carefully tied his hands behind him with a rope, looped it over his shoulders, bound it tightly, doubling the knots, she was busy tying up his ankles when he finally came around, 'Bleep, what's this? cut me loose this minute!!!' Jeffrey screamed at her, squirming and trying to free himself from his bonds, 'No' Rosie, said as she tightened the rope around his ankles making him wince slightly in pain, when she was finally done with him, she stood up and sat down on another chair watching him 'So you think tying me up makes you free from me? I fucking own you! i'll Bleep you, gut you and feed your entrails to the dogs if i get out of this!' Jeffrey shouted at her at the top of his voice, but shout or struggle as he may, he could neither be heard nor seen because their house was quite further from the main street, Rosie just looked on at him and said nothing, Jeffrey was by now confused and totally disoriented, he never ever saw this coming, he had always thought he had her under his control and dominance, but for her to have made such a smart move on him, it appeared Rose was not quite as stupid as he always thought, but still he was a well trained cop, he had to start looking for ways to escape his bonds, he scanned the room for any sharp objects only for his eyes to meet with Rosie's, 'What the Bleep do you want? Wotcha looking at?' He asked, 'If you are looking for any sharp object, you won't find any here' Rosie said emphatically, 'This is going to be an interrogation Detective Jeffrey, and if you cannot answer my questions correctly, i'll make sure you feel every single pain i endured for the past 14 years' Rose said, 'You don't fucking dictate to me bitch, i own yo...' He didn't complete the statement before getting hit across the face very hard by Rosie, 'You will answer my questions and talk only when i tell you to, if you don't i'll make you wish you were never born' Rosie stated while she lifted a red hot tong from the fire and procceded to impale it on his raw flesh, the night air blew gently in the dark street, and only a single piercing scream could be heard...

#ABUSIVE
#Trapping The Monster?
#Onyemaizu David

Jeffrey Davis took a large bite out of the blueberry pie and munched happily inspite of his drunken state, Drunk or not, the blueberry pie had always been his favourite, Jeffrey hadn't had a pleasant childhood, his mother had practically left him to fend for himself after his father had passed on about 10 years after he was born, he had been forced to reside with his grandmother while his own mother was busy getting married and having other children, after his mother's death and burial Jeffrey had visited her graveside with the disguised impression of putting flowers on her grave only to end up urinating on her gravestone, the blueberry pie had always been a treat baked for him by his grand-mum whom he felt a little affection for, just a little.
Rosaline watched her husband keenly as he consumed half of the pie, she had always known that her husband loved this particular pastry, owing solely to the fact she had followed Jeffrey on several occasions to visit his grandmother, and this blueberry pie had always been baked and served to him by the old woman, now it would be his undoing, for all the pain and anguish he had caused, especially for the murder of her child.
The first feeling Jeffrey felt after consuming half of his blueberry pie was light headedness, certainly he ought to feel light headed he was afterall quite as drunk as a lord, but he had always consumed large amounts of alcohol and still managed to remain conscious for several hours in time past, why was he now feeling so drowsy and sleepy, his vision was also starting to blur, but try as much as he may he couldn't continue eating his pie, 'Bitch i'm doooone, clear the darned table' He muttered incoherently to Rose, who was staring down at him curiously, 'Are you feeling okay? you look quite pale Jeff' Rosie said with feigned concern, 'Iiiii'm Fiine, just Bleep off' Jeffrey said sleepily, Why did he feel so heavy? Why couldn't he feel his body? this was not the alcohol, this had to be a sedative he thought in his gloomy mind, then a bit of realization struck him! The pie, Rose must have put something in it, he staggered and stood up and started for her, 'You damned Bitch, i'll have your head for this' Jeffrey lurched at her suddenly, and for a split second Rosie thought her plan had failed but Jeffrey landed on the floor in front of her unconscious, Rose smiled to herself and proceeded to get the ropes she had prepared for this moment..

#ABUSIVE
#The Reckoning
#Onyemaizu David

It was nearly 11:00pm when Jeffrey Davis stumbled into his living room as usual quite stone drunk and drenched with alcohol, He looked around the living room, No sign of Rosie, that was quite odd, he had been expecting her to be reading one of her paperback novels which would have given him the opening he wanted to beat her as he had always done, this night was however turning out to be quite different..
The aroma of bluberry pie which happened to be his favourite wafted into the nostrils of Jeffrey Davis, he finally understood that Rosaline was in the kitchen, he strided to the kitchen in his drunken state and saw her bent over checking the oven, Rosaline turned sharply and threw her arms around him, 'I'm preparing your favourite, i hope you like it' Rose said with a sly smile on her face, 'So you are trying to bribe me with a pie bitch, thank your stars i'm a very corrupt police officer' Jeffrey said with a smug on his face, he went to the fridge and took out a bottle of his vintage wine and poured himself a glass and strode back to the living room on rubbery legs, sat down and downed the glass in one single gulp and waited for his pie...
Rosaline dished the pie in a plate and stared down at it with a satisfying smile on her face, she had used the whip cream to draw a happy smiley face on the pie, this pie was to be her saving grace, and she honestly hoped that the crushed sleeping pills would work, for good measure she had added at least ten tablets of the strongest she could find online, if her plan worked she would be free from this nightmare, she took the pie to the living room and dropped it carefully on the dining table alongside with the bottle of vintage wine,'Honey, your pie is ready' Rosie stated cheerfully or rather the voice of Rebellious Rosie, Jeffrey sat at the table and procceded to wolf down the pie much to the delight of Rosaline Davis who had an evil grin on her face.....

#ABUSIVE
#Faded Bloodstains
#Onyemaizu David

Rosaline Davis was mopping the floor of the bedroom slowly, she had spent a greater part of the day doing all the neccessary house chores, of course this was to be expected after enduring the horrors meted to her by Jeffrey who didn't take such issues such as house cleaning lightly.
She was at this task when she suddenly came upon a dark blood stain which had refused to come off even after severe scrubbing, she stared at this faded bloodstain lost in thought, the terror which she had come to know for the past 14 years rushed back suddenly like a quick wave of electric static,this dark bloodstain was her own, this was her blood and the blood of her child who was killed by the will of a man who she knew she had once loved, Love? yes, she had once loved Jeffrey, well probably before he became a living nightmare, she looked on at this stain when a voice in her head snapped out at her, 'Are you a fool?!' this voice inquired, 'run away from him, because a man who can do this to his wife, will eventually end up in a body bag' the voice of Rebellious Rosie snapped at her in her head, The only problem Rosaline Davis had with such an idea was that running away from Jeffrey was like trying to escape from one's shadow, he was afterall a cop, and one of the jobs of a cop as intelligent as Jeffrey was finding people, she quickly dismissed this idea, 'But you have to try something!!! Stand up to him' Rebellious Rosie snapped at her again in her head.
Rosaline Davis sat down and decided that she would put a stop to the cruelty of her husband, but certainly not by running away and hiding from him, she had a dark plan, afterall if Jeffrey had become a monster he had to be stopped, Monsters can be trapped, 'Are you in your right senses?, he's a strong police officer, he has a gun!' screamed a new voice in her head, the voice of Rational Rosie, but Rosaline Davis did not hear that voice, she already had a plan to end her terror....

#ABUSIVE
#Blood & Crimson (The Second Horror)
#Onyemaizu David

Rosaline Davis smiled sadly to herself as she gently caressed her belly slowly, She felt great joy at knowing that she was pregnant, and nothing in this world could change her happiness, not the numerous broken ribs, not the several black eyes, or the everlasting cruelty of her dear sweet Jeffrey, this child would be her companion or so she thought.... She could still hear Dr Meyers voice in her head, 'You are pregnant, Rose' he had stated smiling at her, Pregnant?! The horror she had first experienced at hearing that word had disappeared months later when she could feel that life growing inside her, obliterating the terror of the past 13 years that she had endured, 'Are you day dreaming Bitch?' The thick voice of Jeffrey cut through her thoughts like Knife through butter, she hastily concentrates on her sewing, 'Did you hear me at all? Get me my fucking shoes!' Growled Jeffrey, Rosaline stood up hastily and made for the bedroom, got the shoes and started polishing them....
Jeffrey wore his suit, put on his badge and holstered his gun, strode across the room and smacked her on the head, 'Shine them bitch, Shine Them!' He muttered kicking her face, groin and stomach, Roseline squirmed on the floor, the shoe still in her grip, 'Shine them!' Jeffrey screamed as his last kick struck home, with the growing foetus instantly destroyed by the impact, blood spurted out like a river painting the floor like a Piccaso drawing, 'Jeff, please, the baby' she muttered weakly from her swollen lips, 'You'll have another, you should have polished my shoes on time' Jeff replied smugly, took his shoe from her grasp, wore it, smiled at himself in the large mirror with his wife sprawled on the floor in the pool of the blood of her unborn child, went to the living room, dialled 911, 'Hello Dispatch, I have an emergency, my wife just fell off the stairs, Oh it's nothing serious, get the ambulance here' he said calmly

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ABUSIVE#
#Sinister Beginnings (The First Horror)
#Onyemaizu David

It came as no surprise for Roseline Davis when her husband Jeffrey Davis was appointed as the head detective of the Homicide Section in the Los Angeles Police Department, of course this didn't surprise her at all, her husband had always been a good cop, solving all sorts of crimes
and bringing at least a half dozen murderers to book, in the eyes of the many women who admired their Union from afar, Roseline Davis was a lucky Woman, very lucky to have a handsome, strong husband who had
a perfect career as the city's best and youngest leading police officer, but was She really lucky as far as the word "luck" entails?
He had stumbled home last night, breath stinking of heavy liquor, his uniform drenched with the wet residue splotches of alcohol, he staggered in through the door and stared down at her deviantly, Rose peered at him looking up from the paperback novel which she had been
reading, 'How many times, have I warned you not to read those fictional books in my house Rosie?' He asked menacingly, Rose stared at him for about five seconds, put down the paperback and started towards the kitchen to prepare his dinner....
Jeffrey grabbed his wife by the hair, and pulled her back and slammed her on the floor, Rose stared up at him in riling horror, 'Jeff please' she whispered, Jeff shook his head slowly, 'dear Rosie, it honestly pays to listen to me' he muttered slowly and deliberately, He kicked her several times while muttering each word, so ever slowly, each kick
With greater emphasis and precision,. Rose heaved and puked on the floor holding her stomach which ached with excruciating pain, Jeff grinned, and pulled out his service pistol, a Glock .32 Pistol and pressed the gun tightly on her neck and whispered 'the next time you disobey an order by me Rosie, think of my cow' he muttered and chuckled lightly at his joke about his gun, stood and gave her another smashing kick......

A Woman who has endured years of domestic abuse and violence at the hands of her Husband decides to put a stop to it..

#The Solitary Death of Samuel Shaw or "Hair"

#by David Onyemaizu

"Death is the freedom of the soul" - Socrates

#Chapter 3 (Finale)

If you asked after Samuel Shaw from anyone living on Shady Hills they'll gape at you in surprise, everyone knew Mr Samuel kept no friends and had no family, which made it really hard to find him to be missed even when he hadn't come out of his ramshackle bungalow in weeks....

Sitting alone in the basement of the house, the thing which was once Samuel Shaw whimpered in despair, the thing was utterly and completely covered with hair, it had no hands or legs and certainly no face, the thing whimpered loudly but could not be heard from the secure basement, the thing crawled slowly and managed to whisper to itself "Please God, Please, let me get it right, just this once" and it proceeded to allow itself get impaled by a sharp rake on the basement floor, black blood flowed from its wounds, and as the life ebbed away, the thing that was once Samuel Shaw died...

A Missing Person's report was filed by Danny Wilson, the Town's Selectman and Samuel Shaw was declared missing, But like every other small town, sometimes people just move on...



THE END!!!!!!

Thanks for Reading!

#The Solitary Death Of Samuel Shaw or "Hair"

#By David Onyemaizu

#Chapter 2

One week had passed since he saw the thing in the woods, the thing which lay there in the dark covered with hair-like fur, the thing.........

Samuel Shaw jerked awake from his brief sleep in the office, he hadn't even realized that he was dozing off he checked his watch, the time was 8:45pm, he started balancing off the accounts for the day, having completed his duty for the night he doffed on his hat and glanced at the small mirror in his office, and noticed something rather odd, his hand was covered with hair, it was not to strange since he was a rather hairy man, but there was something odd about the way his hands felt, it was if the hair was growing rapidly, he dismissed such a thought as impossible, grinned at himself and left the office...

On getting home, he decided to take a shower, but thought better to shave first, he shaved his body completely, took his bath, watched the evening show and went to bed...

The next morning he was once again up as early as 6:09 am, he quickly brushed his teeth and ate a cold cereal then decided to check his face on the mirror before taking his bath, as he approached the mirror, he almost screamed but the sound came out all muffled up, it didn't look like he had shaved at all his face was covered with a thick black beard, and so was his entire body which he had carefully shaved the previous night, he however convinced himself that he probably dreamt that he had shaved, shaved again and went to work....

Comments will be well appreciated... as regards writing the Horror genre has been greatly undermined... But thanks to Guys like Stephen King Who I consider the King of Horror for greatly influencing my writing style ... drop your comments... Chapter 2 is loading... N.B:- this story was extracted from my Anthology of Short Horror stories titled :- The Carnival Of Nightmares

#The Solitary Death Of Samuel Shaw or "Hair"

#By David Onyemaizu

"Loneliness is a disease I tell you, The piercing cry of the lonesome soul" - Robert F.Williams

#Chapter 1
Everyone knew Mr Samuel Shaw lived alone, of course they did, it wasn't impossible to know the ins and outs of a man on Shady Hills, it was after all a small town with peace loving folks, however most people minded their business except of course the rumour mills who took great delight in peddling gossips, and one of such gossips was that he was very old and unmarried, another rumour stated that he was a spy from the CIA, but as far as rumours go most of these rumours were false but like most rumours tend to be, there was an element of truth embedded in them.

Samuel Shaw was indeed a 50 year bachelor who had never been married and did not plan on doing that anytime soon, he had no friends nor close family, and certainly did not have kids all he did was mind his job at the mall where he worked as the manager, and on the night of November 6th 1997 he headed home as usual from the mall having closed for the night he turned through the intersection on Bakers Street and headed down Pivot Drive, the night air was quite cool and hazy, he walked briskly because he didn't want to be late for his Saturday night Show on MTV, having exited Pivot Drive, he was staring at Shady Hills Street up ahead demarcated by the woods, he wished he had taken a cab as he started to hike down, he had excellent strength for a man his age.

Halfway through the woods that demarcated Shady Hills and Pivot Drive, he heard a strange noise, breathing really hard from his hike, he paused to catch his breath and sat on a fallen log of wood, that was when he saw the thing....

It had no form, at least not from what his eyes were seeing it was covered with hair, thick black hair.. Samuel stared at it as if in a trance and wondered if it was real, he stood up and walked to the thing looking at it curiously, it had no face, no notable body parts yet it looked like it had the shape of a human, as he was still standing over the thing which was not human, he bent down and touched its fur, and immediately his fingers burned and developed blisters which seemed like hair pores, he retracted away from it and ran as fast as he could...