Sometimes They Come Back

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
(prologue)

I never thought I would end up here. And by here, I mean the crawl space under some house’s porch that probably once belonged to someone. But that someone is probably now dead, in one way or another. I’m crouching in the cold dampness, listening to the torrential downpour of rain, trying to keep as quiet as the dead. Or maybe that’s the wrong expression, for I’ve come to realize that the dead can be quiet noisy.

Right. So I’m hiding in this crawlspace, being as silent as humanly possible so the flesh-crazy zombies don’t hear, find, and devour me. No pressure.

I scratch at my itchy scalp. What I’d give for a hot shower. Or a cold one. I’m not picky. I’ve already cut my hair short with my eight and a half inch switchblade. Now it’s just a short, choppy, black mess of unwashed hair. I’d cut it even shorter, like I did before, but sadly, my switch was lost just last week in the eye socket of a ghoul.

I still have a backpack full of supplies and a crowbar to bash heads, but I loved that blade. I guess it’s just one more reason to detest the dead.

Table of Contents

Creep

Submitted: December 25, 2009

I kneel in the cold mud in the crawlspace. My feet and legs start to ache from it, but I dare not try to repostion myself more comfortabl... Read Chapter

Apocolypse

Submitted: December 26, 2009

As I kneel up and get ready to run, something grabs my ankle. Ilook back at a crawling, legless zombie with his mouth wide open, ready to... Read Chapter

Merriment

Submitted: December 26, 2009

I startle awake in the darkness, almost losing my balance on the tree branch. I flail my arms and have a split-second mini heart attack b... Read Chapter

Fright

Submitted: December 27, 2009

I drive on, running over zombies as I please, feeling better than I have in a long, long time. I note the gas meter as it inches closer t... Read Chapter

Dispatch

Submitted: December 28, 2009

NOTE: I changed their destination of Richmond to New York. I'm not actually sure why I chose Richmond in the first place, but I reread it and I didnt like it. Read Chapter

Eerie

Submitted: March 03, 2010

After Tegan and I discuss our daring plan a bit more, we get as comfortable as possible on the cold, dusty floor and sleep lightly. Well,... Read Chapter

Ensnare

Submitted: March 06, 2010

WARNING: This is where it starts to get gory. Read Chapter

Psycho

Submitted: March 16, 2010

“Frey, I want a weapon. I wanna defend myself too. I can’t just sit back and hope you single-handedly fight off a horde of zombies!... Read Chapter

Compass

Submitted: May 22, 2010

“Let’s just get moving. We can’t stay here forever,” I tell Tegan. “Right. We have to find my parents,” Tegan says, giddy... Read Chapter

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