The Shed

I’m not too crazy about my post for this month’s blog chain, but here it is.

Choose a word from this list of Lovecraftian words or this list of obscure words (or one from both if you’re feeling
ambitious). Use your chosen word(s) to craft your post. It doesn’t have to be
Lovecraftian or even horror, but it should be dark, or unsettling, or scary,
or Halloweenish
in general.

Participants and posts:
orion_mk3 – http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to this month’s post)
Ralph Pines – http://ralfast.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s post)
Cath – http://blog.cathsmith.com/
(link to this month’s post)
Diana Rajchel – http://blog.dianarajchel.com/ (link to this month’s post)
Alynza – http://www.alynzasmith.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
pyrosama – http://matrix-hole.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
dolores haze – http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s
post)

leahzero – http://www.leahraeder.com/words (link to this month’s post)
AbielleRose – https://stainedglassinthenight.wordpress.com/ (link to this
month’s post)
pezie – http://www.erinbrambilla.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
MysteryRiter – http://incessantdroningofaboredwriter.wordpress.com/ (link to
this month’s post)
JSSchley – http://www.jessicaschley.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
Inkstrokes – http://drlong67.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
Alpha Echo – http://writersramblings81.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
Proach – http://desstories.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
AuburnAssassin – http://clairegillian.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
spacejock2 – http://halspacejock.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
Madelein.Eirwen – http://madeleineirwen.blogspot.com/
(link to this month’s post)
AlishaS – http://www.averyolive.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
lufftocraft – http://charactertherapy.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s
post)
robieae – http://thepondsofhappenstance.blogspot.com/ (link to this
month’s post)

The hour was late, too late. The  concept of leaving this place in search of a proper shelter was out of the question. This place made his skin crawl. The walls creaked
and the rotting floor boards groaned with every step he took. It seemed as if the storm would blow this structure down any moment now, but at least it was dry inside.

Harvey struck a match and lit the stumpy candle he’d found in a box underneath the only window. It fought the flame for a moment before igniting and bringing the dank
surroundings to life. For a moment, he wished he hadn’t desired the ability to see. The walls were covered with a thick, tar-like substance that smelled like maggot infested flesh. At first glance it looked like the ichor was moving, slowly inching itself towards
him.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember home. It had been so long since he had been anywhere that felt like home. His life had turned into an extreme game of cat and
mouse these last few years. Tonight he was tempted to just give in and surrender. He had run out of supplies days ago and was fed up being hunted. He could never escape. It was either run for the rest of his days or allow himself to be caught.

“NO!” He shouted and punched a fist at the sticky, filthy wall.

The black substance burned his skin like acid. He quickly grabbed for his canteen and poured the last few precious drops of water over the burn.

Harvey screamed and threw the canteen across the room. It was then that he noticed the white dots all around him. Little white dots that seemed to shimmer in the faint candlelight.

Before he could move, the ichor lunged for his wrists and ankles, circling them and binding him to his place.

The shed began to thud melodically.

Thud, thud… thud, thud… thud, thud…

It sounded like a heartbeat, reminding Harvey of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Telltale Heart. Surely he was imagining all of this. Shed’s didn’t have blood and they certainly didn’t have hearts. They weren’t alive. Any minute he would wake up and the storm would be over. He could continue on his way through the forest. He could keep running.

Though it wasn’t much of a life, it was still better than death. No matter how he wished to surrender, he knew he never would.

The ichor seeped underneath his clothing and up his legs and arms. His skin burned with flames that seemed to be going deep into his bones.

The thudding began to race faster as his body was overtaken. He could no longer move.

“Its all just a dream. All just a dream.” He chanted to himself.

 

“Doctor, he looks like he’s in so much pain.”

A room full of physicians crowded around a naked man strapped to a gurney and watched as he thrashed helplessly against the restraints. Each wrist had a needle. One needle poured an infusion of clear liquid into his body, the other was full of inky black poison.

“He is in pain, Doctor Klein. That’s the whole point of this procedure.” Doctor Phillips said impatiently.

The man’s eyes opened wide as he screamed out in agony. Liquid fire was racing through his veins towards his heart. Who would have thought that science would reach the point of changing a person’s thoughts, their emotions with a pint of liquid?

Doctor Klein watched in fascination as the last drop of black entered the man’s system.

She stared at him, unable to tear her eyes away as his skin darkened and his pupil’s dilated. This was the moment of truth. Either this man would die like the rest of their test subjects, or their experiment would be a success. Science will have found a way to alter a person’s entire personality- the next step in human evolution.

 

Harvey fought against it with all of his strength. He had come so far. This was not the end. He would not die alone in a rotting prison in the middle of nowhere. He opened his eyes wide, willing them to see through the darkness. His candle had long expired leaving only the tiny, eye-like orbs to watch over him.

“P-please.” He pleaded.

 

Doctor Klein’s heart raced. The man was staring at her, pleading with her for mercy.

She stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself. He sounded like a child, so terrified and helpless.

“Do you have a problem, Doctor Klein?” The head physician asked.

She shook her head but couldn’t bring herself to break eye contact with the man.

A few more minutes passed before his body ceased thrashing. He was gone.

“It seems we have another failure.” He pointed to Doctor Klein. “You, cover him with that sheet and get rid of him.”

Doctor Klein stepped forward and closed his eyes.

 

Harvey looked around wildly. The ichor had released him and was retreating back up the walls of the shed. It was no longer dark in there, though no sunlight shone through the window.

He ran his hands over his body. He was okay. His veins were no longer burning.

“I’m alive.”

He stood and opened the door. His heart stopped. Outside were thousands of shacks as far as the eye could see. Each and every one of them was surrounded by an ocean of black liquid.

In the distance he could see a man. The hunter. The hunter had won.

“Doctor Phillips.” He whispered.

The doctor smiled and turned to leave. Harvey turned and slammed shut the door to his eternal prison. He had lost.

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About Abielle Rose

I'm a coffee addicted, cat loving writer on a journey to get healthy, happy and live life to the fullest.
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15 Responses to The Shed

  1. John Hansen says:

    That was strange AND creepy. Nice!

  2. Very creepy! Twilight Zone creepy! 🙂

    Nice work.

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  4. Diane Dooley says:

    Aw, I wanted the poor sod to live.

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  7. Oooh, I agree. Very Twilight Zone.

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  9. Dale Long says:

    ooo… very cool! Love the ending!

  10. Ooh, I really liked this!

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  12. Alynza says:

    So visual! Lots of creepy details 🙂 Nice job!

  13. Oh wow, so creepy – and it sounds like the beginning of a story that could go much further. So creepy!

  14. robeiae says:

    I honestly can’t decide who really lost. Good piece!

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