The Devil's Trench

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

During WWI, a group of soldiers have more to worry about than just the enemy...

There has never been a war like this before. At the drop of a bullet, every nation in the continent took up arms against one another. Many of the soldiers would say that Hell has finally risen to the surface. Perhaps they are right.

There is something lurking in these trenches. The more of us that die, the more it shows its presence. Addington took a sniper’s bullet to the skull one morning. Spilled his brains all over the mud. We piled his body in the corner with the others. That night, we heard him laughing. I’ve seen the utmost bravery emerge from our men during the last two years. Yet, no one was brave enough to investigate the cackles from the corpse pile. They knew. We all knew.

A murder of crows gathered on top of a fallen tree that overlooked our position one afternoon. Their eyes fixated on our men. By dawn, we discovered their bodies spread out throughout our lines. They looked like they had been dead for days. The world no longer makes sense.

Hornsby sent a .303 cartridge through the top of his own skull. He mentioned seeing children peek their heads out and giggle at him while on watch. He cried that “once the whispers began, they never stopped.”

We threw him to the pile. Perry said that Addington’s decaying face smiled at him. He killed himself later that night too. Everyone heard the gunshot, but no one stood up to tend to it. His body was gone when daylight broke. Nobody asked any questions.

Rumors emerged of a demon stalking us. More monster than anything else, it ran on all fours, body shielded in spikes, short claws, and a sharp tail that dragged behind it. It was just a story until we lost a man one night to the beast. Christ, I can still hear the growls. As far was the body…I’d rather not speak of what I saw.

Make no mistake; we are haunted. The fighting brought it out. I am waiting to see the end of this terrible war, though that day may never come.

The Germans have not fired at us for a while. We have begun to hear laughter and screams coming from their position in the middle of the night. I fear that we are not the only ones caught in this madness.

God help us all.


Submitted: June 07, 2020

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