Fate's Dead Puppet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
[Formerly: Flash Horror 1]
a little one page story I wrote one day.
Hope it's got enough horror for you guys!

Submitted: January 09, 2009

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Tom walked up to the grey house. The fall wind howled colder then ever. He carried a pizza box in one hand, a book in the other. His friend Marn had told him what he must do. Tom stepped into the sagging dark porch. He could hear it creaking with every step. It could collapse at any second so he walked faster. He opened the door, noticing it hung on one hinge, the top one. The door opened into an entryway, then a hall with a staircase on one side. Tom started up the stairs. Everything here was grey and dark and there was a smell in the air, something… like an insect maybe? Tom didn’t know and didn’t care. He would do what he came here to do then get out. His girlfriend was coming around his house later for dinner and a movie. At the top of the stair was another hallway. There were three doors at the end. That’s one short hallway Tom thought. He was at the top step, one foot on the step and one on the floor. For the first time he noticed mold, slightly green growing on the walls and the floor. They really gotta tear this place down. Tom closed his eyes for a second to remember which doorway he should take. Then he remembered that Marn had only said ‘You’ll know which door to take.’ But he didn’t know. Tom was confused until he spotted footprints going into the right door. Marn said he’d been here before and knew where to go, I bet those footprints belong to him! Tom confidently stepped up to the right door, opened it, and walked into total darkness! Tom reached around until he found a light switch on the wall. He flicked it but nothing happened. They must’ve disconnected the power! Tom thought. He reached around for something else when a light flickered into existence, illuminating something that was large and dark and smelled like that smell Tom had smelt around the house. Then he saw what it really was and screamed in terror, backing up only to feel that the door had disappeared. He also saw, in a corner, Marn. He was limp and smelly, and strings were attached to his hands and arms and feet. Marn’s a… puppet? That was the last thought that Tom thought in words, for the thing had snuck up behind him, a million needles puncturing his skin and sucking out his blood while other, larger, needles sewed the string into his every joint.

You are mine…


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