(Late) Short Story Saturday: SMILE

           Because this is an eerie piece, I decided to not post it in the middle of the night on Saturday, and instead to do it on Sunday. Also, Part 2 of The Other Side is delayed so that I can do better planning. So here you are, my new short story SMILE

           It was going to be a good day. The sun was up and beaming in the very blue sky, the workday was over, and she was going back to her apartment to finally watch this Jessica Jones show that Sarah had been raving about. It was supposed to be very dark and realistic and grungy. That was basically her entire queue of shows anyway. As long as it stayed clearly in the realm of fiction, unlike that last weird show about serial killers that Sarah had talked about, she would be glued to her laptop for the night.

She walked along the bustling city street until she saw a cab coming. She raised her hand. The taxi stopped, thankfully, but not before someone walked by her, saying only one word:

“Smile.”

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The Eyes: A Short Horror Story

These walls can’t hold me.

Speaking of the walls, they’re very protective… for the ones walking in the halls rather. They want to keep people from seeing me. They say I’m insane. They tell everyone I’m insane, but I’m not. I’m cooped up with all the crazies, but I’m not like them at all. I know a lot of them say that, but even they know I’m not insane. They remember why I came here in the first place. I wanted to help people; that’s all I ever asked. I wanted to tell them about it, to protect them from the thing that’s got me stuck in here! But I guess that’s not happening anytime soon. But when I do get out of here, everyone’s going to know.

They say I’m insane, but I’m not. I know I’m not. Please, you seem like a good listener, let me tell you. What I’m going to tell you sounds… insane. The story is, but I’m not. Hell, I’m just the messenger. So let me send a message: none of you are safe, not anymore. 

It all started at a local seminary that I was going to for the year.

At first, it was nothing. It was the local bug, and everyone gets it around fall. It’s not a big deal, really. Some sniffles here and there, headaches maybe, and then you’re all done. Some guys get really up in arms about it – really being a baby if you ask me – but it’s nothing unusual. At least it didn’t use to be unusual, until the unusual happened.

The sickness was worse than the regular type of sickness. A lot of guys were being stuck in their dorms it was so bad. The poor kitchen was going crazy with all the deliveries that they were making. The on-campus doctor had the same reply to everyone. “Go see the hospital in town,” they’d say. A few would listen, most wouldn’t.

It was just an odd pandemic until one kid… one kid… he just got sicker and sicker. He never got better, and he died about a month into the sickness unexpectedly. Poor guy, a lot of guys loved him. He was so energetic until he’d gotten sick. He’d been a little cranky, I thought, but I didn’t see this coming. He wasn’t that sick, I thought. Nobody did. He’d literally been complaining about how cold he was fifteen minutes before they found him cold as death under, like, fifteen blankets. I exaggerate, but you get the idea. I was at his service the day before everything happened. Everyone was blaming everyone – the family blamed the doctors, the doctors blamed his roommates, his roommates blamed the doctors, it was vicious.

I was lying on the pillow that night with tears down my face. I loved the heck out of that guy. Why do people have to die so young? What did they ever do? My roommates who didn’t know him as well tried comforting me, but what did they know? Questions plagued me till I went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning a little later than usual, no biggie. I looked at my alarm clock. This was weird. Why hadn’t my R.A. woken me up? We had a small part of time set apart to read the bible, pray, so and so. Good things, all of them. But he was gone, and he would’ve normally woken me up, reminded me of why going to sleep before midnight was important, which I would never pay attention to back in… those days. And now he wasn’t here. Maybe he’d just forgotten, I thought, didn’t want to bug me today of all days. I understood.

I quickly brushed my teeth, got a shower, put some clothes on, and headed out to class. That was when I noticed something odd as I walked past my R.A.’s room. The door was open, which was already odd, and his stuff was all over the place like he’d thrown it around in a mad rush. Weird. So he was still here?

“Nick!” I yelled. “You forgot to wake me up, bro.”

No response.

“Bro? Hey bro, I said…” I pushed open the door fully.

There was no one in sight. His bed was messy, which was never the case, as was everyone’s in the dorm. He’d left in quite a hurry apparently, even more than I’d thought. Everyone had, which was really odd indeed. Everyone was groggy in the morning, and I doubted everyone had woken up late. Was it daylight savings? I checked my phone. No, that had been two weeks ago. So what on earth happened here?

I walked around the hall. Everyone was the same, beds undone in a mad rush, things scattered, like some sort of campus-wide fiasco had just happened and I had been left behind.

Had I? This would happen to me, I thought. But that means that literally everyone ran out and forgot about me! What punks, I thought, who does that? I thought these guys were friends, and now I find out they’d leave me behind in a state of emergency!

I picked up my most important possessions – bible, laptop, and some Neil Gaman books – and rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. The basketball court down the hill was where everyone met in case of an emergency, so that’s where I started to head towards that end.

I launched out of the door full speed towards the basketball court, which was about a one-minute run when on as much adrenaline as I was at the time. I hadn’t checked my phone, but I imagined there were multiple texts from friends who, if they hadn’t remembered to get back to me probably at least sent me a warning text. But I didn’t have time to check; I was in a panic, after all!

I made it down in record time, but after I caught my breath, I realized that there was something wrong. There was no one at the basketball court. Literally, there was no one, not even a trace of anyone’s existence.

I checked my phone with shaking hands. There were multiple texts from Nick.

GET OUT HERE! Sent an hour ago.

GET OUT HERE NOW! Sent an hour ago. A lot of texts like that up until the tone changed twenty minutes later.

Nvm don’t get out here its hell! Stay in! Sent forty minutes ago.

Stay wher u r bro don’t come out! Sent forty minutes ago.

Prayn I c u l8r but plz wake up! Sent twenty minutes ago.

That was the last text. I looked around me, blood pumping fast. The air was so still you could hear a pin drop. My body shook, partially due to the fact that I hadn’t grabbed a sweater and partially due to the realization that I was alone. I was completely alone. What had happened? Where was everyone? I dropped the phone, then scrambled to pick it up. I dialed the three numbers anyone would dial in this situation. The phone rang for a bit, every ring feeling like an eternity. Suddenly I heard a voice:

“911, please state your emergency,” it said.

“Yes, please, there’s no one here, they’ve all just disappeared…”

I heard a human voice and my shaking hands dropped the phone again. I turned around. Maybe I wasn’t so alone after all. My face lit up quickly, hoping I could get an answer.

From the phone, I heard the “911” lady trying to talk to me, but I didn’t go for it. 

I was stupid.

“Hey!” I yelled to the person, who I now saw as a silhouette in the doorway of one of the large dorm buildings next to mine. He walked, stumbling a little, closer towards me, and once he got out from under the door.

It was Jeff’s roommate. He looked tired as anything, but he was probably sick, too. He had a doctor’s mask on, the kind they were handing out during that whole swine flu thing, so all I could see on his face were his eyes. I ran up close to see him.

“Rick!” I yelled. “Hey, where is everyone?”

He was silent, he lifted his head toward me real slow like, and I saw his eyes. His eyes! They continue to haunt me even here in this asylum! They were glazed over, like a film covered them. He looked straight into my eyes, but there was nothing. There was nothing in those eyes! There wasn’t a soul at all. I shuddered. I’m not crazy, I’m just telling you it was. But I still tried to pretend I wasn’t seeing what I was seeing.

“Rick!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “I know you’re still sad, but I need you to talk to…”

He was munching something hard underneath the mask. It sounded like a gumball… or something. Probably hard candy, I thought.

“Hey,” I asked, “You got candy? I could use some.”

Red spurted on the front of the mask.

Gross, I thought. But what I was about to see would not only be gross, but stay in my memories – the eyes, and this.

A bit of something slipped from underneath the mask. It hung loosely from his bottom lip. At first, I thought it was gum, and then I saw what it really was.

Skin. It was skin.

I shuddered, backing up. His eyes! They were following me. Now I knew what was wrong with his eyes!

Rick’s body stared straight at me, and suddenly I fell to the ground while backing up. It let out a groan, and I rushed around the building, desperately trying to get my backpack back on my back. I was trying not to make so much noise, as there might be more of them, but there was no other noise but mine. It groaned louder, moving faster than I was expecting toward my location.

I had to kill it. Those eyes! They were burning into my mind with every second. His eyes, his eyes! I had to kill him, and fast. I searched my backpack ferociously.

I could hear the sound getting louder. How close was it? I looked around. Not here, not here, but close!

I tried my best to unzip my backpack as he came around the corner. Footprints heard in the grass, and then a groan. I rushed around the building, quiet as I could, to where I knew it couldn’t get fast.

I scurried through the backpack. A bible? No. It was all books! What was I thinking?

The groans were getting louder. I wasn’t sure if it was just Rick’s body anymore.

That was when I saw was a garbage dump! Now wasn’t the time to worry about how I smelled, I thought, you know, with life being on the line. I hopped in there, watching to make sure it couldn’t see.

I kept searching, as the groans got closer. I stayed as quiet as I could, hiding behind the garbage can. What else was in this stupid backpack? I couldn’t dig through the trash; it would be able to see me.

My hands grew sweaty, my blood pumping so hard I was sure it could hear me now! There was no hope. I kissed the bible quickly. Now I just prayed for a fast death.

The thing heard my prayers and came closer, excited groans coming from its throat.

I squealed with delight. I saw the one thing I had kept missing in the backpack due to its black color and the fact that it was in the shadowy part of the backpack. It was my large, thick laptop!

I waited for it to come close.

All was still but my beating heart.

The groans stopped. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer.

My heart throbbed through my ears, and no attempt to stop breathing so loudly as I was could stop me from doing so.

I saw its eye peek over the wooden fence that guarded the garbage cans. My inside shuddered.

I smashed it in the face with my laptop. It screamed and fell to the ground. I kept on smashing it into its face as it gurgled blood, its fingernails scratching into my skin. During a quick break between hits, it grabbed onto my arm and bit deeply. I howled in pain and punched its face back down, smashing its face until it stopped screaming.

Once it had stopped, I looked at its mangled face. I had literally beaten it to the point that its head had caved in. That was impressive to me, but all I could do was laugh at this point, soaked in blood.

That was when they found me. An armored car came around the building, which was already odd, and then, even stranger, out stepped two men in bomb suits, pointing guns at me.

“I’m alive!” I screamed. “I’m alive!”

One put his hand over my mouth and threw me into the car.

“Stay in there!” he yelled. “Don’t try to get out!”

The other one got in the car and slammed on the gas pedal as the other one just barely hopped inside in time, slamming the door behind him. The one in the passenger seat ripped his helmet off. It was a police officer; his cap had been hidden underneath the helmet.

“You’re the last one,” the driver said. “You’re lucky. It’s a pandemic out there.”

“My brothers!” I yelled. I tried to open the door. The cop shoved me back in my seat as I tried to resist.

“Your friends are dead!” he yelled back. “They’re all dead! We searched everywhere, kid, and you were the only one we found alive. I’m sorry.”

I sat back in my seat, mouth agape. I put my head in my hands and began to sob. It would be the last time I ever did.

After a long time of driving, the cops began to tell me all about it. The dead rising had started there, at the institute. They were going to bomb the town, blame it on a Korean missile that got lucky. I was in too much shock to argue.

I’m not crazy, you see. They put me here, gave me a different name. I overheard them saying I would start talking if I was let out to see my parents, and nobody wanted a panic right then. So I’m legally dead. But I’m not crazy, I still have all my wits about me, and I’m not going full psycho and always trying to escape like everyone else. I understand. But it’s hard to stay sane in this place.

They don’t normally allow mirrors and stuff in here, but I saw myself today. I’m sick, they’re saying, but it should be nothing. My shivers don’t feel like “nothing”. But for a brief instance, I saw myself in a reflective surface. I saw my eyes.

My eyes… dear God, my eyes!

Announcement!

You guys deserve to know this. 

Short Story Saturday is going to be skipped possibly again this week. A new story cometh. It will be a short horror called “The Machine”, based loosely off my favorite Tim Burton film of all time. And no, it’s not because my first viewing was with the person I was dating at the time. 

Ok, that may have been part of it.

Maybe.

A small preview of it will be put up as my entry for this contest.

Anyhow, look for it in the Writing contest, of which I also have a link to, here. I’ll post a link as soon as it arrives.

The Thing: A Short Horror Story (Literary Lion: Escape)

A short prompted horror story from Gabriel Penn.

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I need to run, but I can’t move. Why can’t I move? It’s in here with me, and here I am, stuck and unable to move. I can’t die, not now, not here. I have so much more to do. I want to live! Just a few days ago, I would’ve never believed what’s going on now. But I was getting a coffee, and suddenly I saw it, poking around one of the shelves. Nobody else noticed it but me. I thought I was going…

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The Thing: A Short Horror Story (Literary Lion: Escape)

I need to run, but I can’t move.

Why can’t I move?

It’s in here with me, and here I am, stuck and unable to move. I can’t die, not now, not here. I have so much more to do. I want to live!

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Web Comic Concept Art?!

This is the beginning concept of the character Jack. Just an idea of the art style, I’ll probably be less sketchy in the final product. I probably won’t be doing the shading by hand for the comic, as I did here.IMG_1895

Apologies for low-qual. I took it with a phone. 😐 It happens. Thoughts?

This was about how grim the very original concept for him was, perhaps a little lessened, but alright. As stated before, he is a supernatural being, neither alive nor dead. Bullets don’t really do much. Therefore, “amateurs.” Look back to the original post to see more on “Jack”, coming October 2015. Maybe.

Thoughts?

Web Comic?!

So I am considering something really different starting this October. I am considering starting a webcomic called “Jack”, about a private eye who is, in fact, a supernatural creature. Slight twist: all his clients are supernatural as well. He has a few powers, most of them based on the fact that he is ghost-like and two of them purely based on the creepy factor.

Heaven and Hell still would exist, but ghosts would just be a result of recycled brainwaves and gases coming from the body post-mortem. After all, the extra energy from the body has to go somewhere, right? At least, that’s the plan for now.

Yes, I am secretly an artist. It’s a good time. My style is a bit of Tim Burton and a bit of noir / grunge. I think it could work out really well.

What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments!

Web Comic?

So I am considering something really different coming this October. I am considering starting a webcomic called “Jack”, about a private eye who is, in fact, a supernatural creature. Slight twist: all his clients are supernatural as well. He has a few powers, most of them based on the fact that he is ghost-like and two of them purely based on the creepy factor.

Heaven and Hell still would exist, but ghosts would just be a result of recycled brainwaves and gases coming from the body post-mortem. After all, the extra energy from the body has to go somewhere, right? At least, that’s the plan for now.

Yes, I am secretly an artist. It’s a good time. My style is a bit of Tim Burton and a bit of noir / grunge. I think it could work out really well.

What do you guys think?