A Strange TransformationIt started with the restless nights. I'd always been a heavy sleeper, but soon that all began to change. Some nights I couldn't even sleep for a few minutes. It was nearly maddening. I was exhausted when I went into work, and I couldn't keep a good attitude. And then the physical changes started happening.
My fingers started to grow longer, more decrepit. Long, fierce claws started to grow painfully from my fingertips. My entire hands grew bigger, twice as big as they were before. Hair started to fall out all over my body. But that wasn't the worst of it. My skin became hard and scaley, like a reptile, and I couldn't bear anywhere that wasn't at least somewhat warm. My vision changed too, my eyes suddenly able to perceive heat. It was at this point I decided to seek medical help. The doctors had no explanation for it. I was invited by countless doctors to be studied, all of them promising plenty of money as compensation. But I didn't want to be studied, I wanted to be normal again. But at this point, there was no going back. I shut myself away from the world, holing up in my apartment for weeks. And my body continued to change. My skin fully transformed into light green scales. My tongue became forked, and I constantly flicked it in and out of my mouth. I even grew a massive tale, which swung out behind me, constantly knocking into things. My nose shrunk until it altogether disappeared, only slits remaining. My feet became reptile claws, much like my hands. My teeth became monstrously sharp, giving me an evil-looking smile. I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror. I was hideous, a monstrosity unfit for this world. I went on like this for days, until I heard a knock at my door. When I opened my apartment door, it was my grumpy old landlord. As soon as he saw me, he shrieked in horror at my new form. Before he could turn and run, I instinctively grabbed him with my claw, holding him back. He wiggled and struggled to get free. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly had a desire for his flesh. I turned him toward me, relishing the horror in his eyes as he saw my mouth open. And my transformation was complete.
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DeathDeath rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight He casts a frightful image As he rides through the village His frightful scythe gleams Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams The cold, hard metal Is uncaring enough to unsettle Beneath his dark hood Lies nothing good Only the husk of a man Who signals the end of a lifespan His skeletal horse He rides along his dutiful course Whinnying as he stops To kill the farmer's crops Solemn is his duty To take away life's beauty Unbearable to a living man The underworld's ghastly helmsman The pistol is his herald In his black cloak appareled Weapons of war Bring him to the door His job is made no easier Nor and breezier By mankinds love of violence Or vile fraudulence All the thousands of young souls Lives lost without completing their goals Brought to a swift end By Death only to attend Death rides at midnight Filling the land with blight He casts a frightful image As he rides through the village Searching for souls to pillage Voodoo MagicMy whole life I'd believed in magic. I'd searched high and low for evidence of real magic. I'd seen it all, from old Chinese wise men to magicians claiming to use real magic. But I had yet to find real, genuine magic. Until I heard word of an old voodoo woman that people swore by as genuine. I immediately booked a flight to Louisiana, ready to meet this woman myself.
I walked down the street of a little town hidden in the swamps of Louisiana. It was quite hot and humid, the sun shining brightly through the trees. This is it. I thought. Finally, someone with real magic. I could feel it in my bones. The old voodoo woman was said to live in a little hut just outside of town. After asking some locals for directions, I found myself at the entrance to her hut. I knocked on the side of the structure. "Come in." Came an old voice, cracked with age. As I entered her residence, I looked around. The walls were covered in instruments, dolls, and masks. There were pins sticking out of several of the dolls, and the whole room had an uneasy feeling about it. In the corner of the hut was a decrepit little old woman sitting in a rocking chair. "Excuse me, are you Madame Laveau?" I asked tentatively to the old woman. "That's my name dear." Madame Laveau replied. "How can I help you. Do you need revenge on someone? Do you need healing?" "Miss Laveau, I have searched my whole life for magic. Real, tangible magic. I've been told you can grant me that." I said, my heart beating faster than ever before. "I can give you magic." Madame Laveau said. "But instant magic comes with consequences dear." "I don't care, I'll give you anything you want," I said, desperate for the magic I'd hunted my whole life for. "Anything, eh dear?" Madame Laveau said. "Even giving your will to the loa?" I gulped hard. "The loa? What are those?" I asked. "The spirits, are you willing to obey them in exchange for magic?" Madame Laveau said. I paused for a moment, considering my options. "Yes, I'm willing to do whatever it takes." "Then let us begin dear." Madame Laveau said, standing up and walking up to me. "I need you to just stand over here." Madame Laveau led me over to the center of her hut. "So just stay right here?" I asked. "Yes." Madame Laveau said. Then she started to sing. "You've traveled the world searching, yearning for magic." Madame Laveau pulled a small drum off the wall and started to lay down a beat. "You never stopped believing, despite all the phonies, the charlatans. The question is, are you prepared for the consequences of your devotion?" Her voice was strangely enchanting, and no longer sounded so ancient. "Well there you are, now you'll see. Let the Loa enter thee!" As Madame Laveau finished her strange song, I suddenly felt dizzy. When the world stopped spinning, I found myself elsewhere. Or rather my spirit was elsewhere. I was outside of my body, floating in the air. I looked around desperately, trying to find my body. I looked around, realizing I was in the middle of Madame Laveau's hut. My body stood right next to me, looking at itself. I tried to move toward it. "Ah, not so fast dear." Madame Laveau said. Out of nowhere a glass bottle suddenly surrounded me, trapping me in. "These are the consequences of brash magic dear. Your soul is now mine." I could only watch in horror as my body thanked Madame Laveau and turned toward the entrance. A broad and unnatural smile spread across my body's lips. I was helpless as I watched my body exit the hut and never return. Madame Laveau held my bottle up to her face. "Oh, my dear. You and I are going to have such fun, aren't we?" VampiresVampires, creatures of the night
Clever villains made to fright Beware the vampires They are very clever liars Teeth sharp like daggers When bit makes men stagger Glinting white In the middle of night A villainous shapeshifter Stronger than a weightlifter Disguised as a bat A flying black rat Lover of blood Stealing life from a strong stud Will steal your soul Turn it black as cole Vampires, creatures of the night Clever villains made to fright Beware the vampires They are very clever liars A Creak From The AtticCcrreeeaaakkk!!! Came the obnoxious sound above Doug's head.
"Boys! What did I tell you about going up into the attic?" Doug hollered to his two sons across the house. "We're not in the attic Dad!" Came the response from the eldest of his two sons, Hank. "Then why do I hear a noise from the attic Hank?" Doug said. "Don't make me come in the other room." "I swear Dad, it's not us!" Hank said. "Maybe its the ghost!" "There are no such things as ghosts Hank," Doug said, rolling his eyes. Hank ran into the room. "What about The Pale Lady, Dad?" "What Pale Lady, Hank?" Doug asked, putting his newspaper to the side. "The pale lady that comes down in the middle of the night and visits me," Hank said innocently. "There is no 'Pale Lady,' Hank," Doug said. "It's just your imagination." "Why don't you just go to the attic and meet her?" Hank offered. "She said we can visit her anytime." The hairs on the back of Doug's neck stuck straight up. "She said to visit the attic?" "Yep, and she said we'd have so much fun and have grand adventures!" Hank said. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I took a look in the attic and met this 'Pale Lady.'" Doug said. "Tell her I say hi!" Hank said as he went back into the other room to play. Doug stood up and made his way up the stairs and to the small door that lead to the attic. The door was about half the size of a normal door and opened to a steep staircase leading into the attic. As Doug slowly climbed the steps he could hear whispers coming from the attic. "I can't believe the humans haven't found us out yet." Someone whispered. "Especially since Esperanza insists on visiting the older child." Another voice added. "I see no harm in revealing ourselves to the children." A feminine voice piped in. "Human adults never believe children. It is one of their greatest weaknesses." Doug peaked over the floor, trying to see who was speaking. Standing in a circle were three very peculiar beings. One was a tall, pale woman who floated just above the ground. Another was a short maybe two feet tall man with a gruff beard. He looked kind of like a garden gnome come to life without the pointy hat. The third being was a man with a face shaped like a dog's, complete with a long snout and everything. "How long are we going to stay in this run down realm anyway?" The Gnome grumbled. "I'm getting sick of the realm of humans. I'm ready to go back home and lead a rebellion." "Patience." The Pale Lady said. "We need to still gather our strength back. Once that is done, I promise we can return to our own realm." "If we don't get discovered by the father before then." The Dogman grumbled. Just as the Dogman finished speaking, Doug shifted his weight. A loud squeak filled the musty attic. All three of them looked right at Doug. After a moment of shock, everyone started moving at once. "Who or what in the world are you?!" Doug said, charging up the remaining steps. Not responding, all three beings turned and ran to a door on the far side of the room. Doug didn't remember any door ever existing up in the attic. A bright white glowed from the other side of the old metal-bound door. The Gnome, Pale Lady, and Dogman ran through the door, disappearing right before Doug's eyes. Without taking the time to think it through, Doug charged through the door after them. As he went through the door and into the light, the door slammed shut behind him. Doug turned around at the sound, only to watch as the door vanished into thin air. Standing in the middle of a forest, Doug didn't have a clue where he was. The Gnome turned around to look at him. "Well, now you've done it. Now there's no way back." The Rickle-RackleLegends tell of an ancient beast
Said to stalk the night It flew from the east Its howel fills the soul with fright They called it the Rickle-Rackle After the sound it makes Its bones do crackle As it quavers and shakes Rickle-Rackle is all you hear Before your time is done Rickle-Rackle strikes up fear Just as you are overrun Few have ever seen the creature And lived to tell the tale Or can describe a single feature Of this unholy grail They say its teeth are sharp And glint in the light of the moon Its taller than any scarp More powerful than any dragoon Faster than any man Stronger than one too You are a deadman If you come in his view The Rickle-Rackle drags his tail Cutting down forest trees His breath is like a gale And will bring you to your knees Its eyes pierce to your soul Down to your very heart Which becomes an empty hole Thanks to its dark art So heed my warning Brave adventurer Wait until the morning He can't be worth any venture Pray you ne're encounter The fearsome Rickle-Rackle You are no beast hunter Fear its evil cackle Fear the Rickle-Rackle Hear its sound and flee Should you hear it's crackle Its mouth will be the last you see MummiesMy whole life I'd been searching for the tomb of King Osiris. I'd followed the clues strewn throughout ancient Egyptian mythology, going deep into unknown rabbit holes. My entire life was leading up to this moment, more than a decade of chasing myths. At long last, I was about to open the tomb of the king of the underworld himself, Osiris. I was going to prove all the doubters wrong, show the myths were based on some semblance of reality.
Here I am. Standing in front of the door I'd waited my whole life to go through. Written in ancient Egyptian were the words, "Here lies King Osiris, king of the underworld." My body shook with anticipation as I held up the chisel and hammer, gently wedging it in to pry open the door. As the ancient door opened, a cloud of dust flew out, air preserved from thousands of years ago escaping into the bright desert. I turned to my partner. "Are you ready Joel?" "As ready as I'll ever be." He replied. "Then let's go," I said. We stepped together into the ancient tomb, pulling out our flashlights to light our way. The walls were covered in hieroglyphics, telling the story of King Osiris. The air was musty, and I couldn't help but think how this was the very air some of the ancients must have breathed thousands of years ago. It was humbling and felt like an honor. "Can you believe this Joel?" I asked as we walked. "After all these years we're finally here!" "It's incredible," Joel said. "I knew I was right in never doubting you." We continued to walk deeper and deeper into the tomb, finally coming to the burial chamber. In the center, there was an elaborately decorated sarcophagus. Written in hieroglyphics were the words, "do not disturb the tomb of King Osiris, else his curse come upon you." I gently touched the sarcophagus, finally feeling what I'd searched half my life for. Surrounding us on either side were six other sarcophagi, standing guard over Osiris. "Are you ready to see inside?" I asked. "I'm ready if you're ready," Joel said. "On three," I said. We both placed our hands on one side of the lid. "One, two, three!" Together we pushed opening the sarcophagus. Inside were the mummified remains of King Osiris himself, ruler of the underworld. As the top came off, a wind blew through the tomb. "What was that all about?" Joel said startled. "Who cares, probably just a desert gust," I said, admiring the body of Osiris. Then I heard the sound of movement coming from the sarcophagi surrounding us. The lids burst open, revealing living mummies. They were wrapped in cloth, and their dried and preserved flesh was visible in some gaps. Sharp teeth in black holes of mouths glinted in the darkness. With no time to react, one of them grabbed Joel and dragged him off, kicking and screaming for help. In shock, I didn't know what to do. One grabbed me quickly before I could figure out what to do. I lurched out of its grasp, while another one took a swipe at me. The mummies converged on me, chasing me into a corner. I was blocked in, ancient evil mummies standing between me and the exit. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I charged at them. Just as they were ready to grab me and drag me off, I rolled under them, feeling their arms narrowly miss me. I bolted for the exit, running as fast as I could to the surface. Behind me I could hear Joel screaming in pain, calling out for help. It hurt me to my core that I couldn't save him, but I couldn't allow these mummies into the world. As I reached the entrance to the tomb, I forced the door back into place, sealing the tomb once more. I made a vow to myself that day, that I would never reveal the location of Osiris's tomb. It was too much of a price to pay for discovery. No discovery should ever be worth another mans life. End Of The WorldIt just so happened that the end of the world happened on the day my world ended. My day started fine enough, I woke up, showered, and ate breakfast. And then I heard a knock at my door. When I answered it, my girlfriend was standing in the hallway, obviously distressed.
"Jennifer, what's wrong?" I asked her. "Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't working out." She said. "It's not you, it's me. Goodbye." I watched Jennifer, my girlfriend of three years walk down the hall and out of my life. My very soul ached painfully as I stood there in shock. And then my phone started ringing. When I reached it, I saw it was from the nursing home where my mother was living. As I answered it, a solemn voice spoke to me from the other end. "Is this Tom?" the lady on the other end asked. "Y-yes, this is he," I responded. "I'm so sorry, but your mother died just a few minutes ago. There was nothing we could do." the woman said. "My sincerest condolences." The line went dead as I slumped to the floor. To make matters worse, I still needed to go to work. I drove to work completely emotionally drained. I just couldn't process how so much could happen all at once. My girlfriend leaving me, my mother dying, it was all too much. At least I still have a stable job. I thought. I took comfort in that thought. That is until I walked into work. Everyone looked at me like I was a dead man walking to the executioner's chair. My boss invited me into his office where he sat me down. "Tom, I just wanted to tell you how much we have appreciated your years of service to the company." He said, but he wasn't smiling. "Thank yo-" I started. "Please, let me finish." My boss said. "However, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go. Your numbers just aren't as high as they used to be, and we're bringing in a new employee who did wonders for his previous company. You have ten minutes to clear out your desk and leave the building. Goodbye Tom." I sat back in silence, unable to think. I was completely numb as I packed up my things into a box, staggering out of the building to return home. While on the road home, a bright flash filled the air. Out of nowhere another car hit me, sending my car flying. The world spun around me as I tried to gain my bearings. I could feel blood trickling out of my forehead from a bloody gash. I scrambled to unclip myself from my seatbelt, dropping to the roof turned floor of my ruined car. I pushed against the door as hard as I could, finally popping it open. As I emerged from the busted up car, I looked around in shock. The world was on fire. A massive swirling portal of black, purple, and green had opened up overhead, and monstrous things were coming through. There were massive monsters of magnificent size, flying fortresses of fear, and zombified zillions coming out. One thought came to my mind. Of all the days for the world to end, why'd it have to be today Chapter 6 - Roboto DoggoWe slowly turned to face the source of the sound. Standing several feet above us was a total abomination. A massive mechanical fusion growled at us. In the center, there was what may have at one time been a normal dog. Now all that was left was the general shape of a dog with wires sticking out of it, suspending it in the center of this monstrosity. There were four metal legs attached to where the poor dog's legs once may have been.
The robotic dog took another step towards us, growling mechanically. One of its legs flew at us, knocking us back several feet. Our weapons flew from our hands, landing several feet away. The guard robot charged toward us as I looked desperately for something, anything with which to fight this monstrosity. Laying on the ground not to far from me was a long piece of metal. Without even taking a moment to consider where it'd come from, I picked it up and started waving it in front of the robotic guard dog. The beasts head followed the metal stick, focusing intensely. "What the heck are you doing Samael?" Asha asked. "I really don't know. I think I'm distracting it!" I said. At least the robot dog wasn't trying to kill us. "Well throw the darned stick already!" Asha yelled. "Why would I throw my only weapon of defense away?!" I shouted. "Because dogs love to chase sticks!" Asha screamed. "Now throw it!" Everything clicked. The core processing unit of this monstrosity was still a dog. A dog that was easily distractible by sticks. I threw the stick with all my might, and the robot dog ran after it. "Come on, grab our stuff and run," I said, helping Asha to her feet. We ran to where our weapons had been knocked away, grabbing them and making a beeline for the central building of the compound. We barely made it to the door when the robot dog returned to where we'd been, looking for its playmates. "Sorry doggo!" I shouted. "But we can't stick around to play!" And we entered the stronghold. Visitors From Another World"Sometimes, you have to wonder, are we really alone in this vast universe. Among all those trillions upon trillions of galaxies, stars, and planets. What is the likely hood of us being the only intelligent life to ever develop? I say, there is a zero percent chance we are the only ones."
The professor stopped a moment to look at his students. "What do you believe?" He asked. Douglas Richard raised his hand. "Yes, Douglas?" The professor called. "I don't think there's any way there are aliens." Douglas scoffed. "And why do you believe that?" The professor inquired. "If any alien civilization existed, it would probably be about as bad as we are at getting along. We're probably the only civilization to not wipe ourselves off the map already. It's a miracle we've survived as long as we have." Douglas explained. "While I would love to continue to discuss this with you mister Richard, I am afraid this is all the time we have for today. You are all wonderful people and you may go." The professor said, dismissing his class. Douglas left the building with the rest of the student body, still considering how likely it was that aliens really did exist. The rest of the day there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, and he just couldn't stop thinking about aliens. When it finally came time for bed, something extremely unusual happened. A loud scraping came from somewhere outside. "Whoever is trying to prank me, knock it off!" Douglas yelled. Knowing his friends, Douglas wouldn't have been surprised if one of them was trying to scare him just for kicks. When the scraping didn't stop, Douglas stormed out of the dormitory. "I'm serious knock it off..." Douglas stopped in his tracks. Standing right in front of him was something altogether otherworldly. It had a squat head with an unusually long neck. Its eyes were as big as saucers, and its flesh was ghastly grey. It had long scraping claws and thickly muscled arms and legs. The alien creature whipped around to look at Douglas. Not wasting a second, the creature bolted. With little to no time to react, Douglas took off after it. It was a long chase, the creature maintaining its head start. The monster lead Douglas off campus and into the woods, which were dead silent tonight. Tripping through roots and branches, Douglas finally caught up with the creature as it came to a stop. The creature took one last look at Douglas before speaking in some kind of combination of squealing and screeching. "Scrreeee sccraawww scccrrreeewwweee scaaaarrrr." The alien squealed. A bright light focused on it and then the alien was gone. Douglas looked above to see a smooth silver oval take off into the night sky. "Oh my goodness. Aliens are real." |
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