House of 1000 Fangs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for Mrs. Bradbury's competition. The theme was fear. Hope you enjoy it.

Submitted: July 29, 2013

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Chuck is unemployed, homeless, an alcoholic and a drifter. A wandering bum.

Right now he wanders, sipping from a brown paper bag containing a bottle of Boone's Farm. Taking the last couple of swigs, he tosses it absentmindedly into the ditch. Just like his life.

Bad decision after bad decision was the cause of it all, he has no one to blame but himself.

This time, though, this bad decision is the worst one of his life. Ending with him on the road, this deserted road, searching for a dry place he could hold up in for the night.

He'd have been better off sleeping in the woods, for little did he know that he was on the outskirts of a town... A town where things are very, very, wrong. Where it affects anyone in the general area, in a very bad way.

Chuck has somehow wandered into the area surrounding the once prosperous town of Winchester Gap. The town that oozes disease from its pores and captures anyone in its grasp who stays for too long.

Then up ahead he notices something, a building rising up out of the gloom; it appears to be a small warehouse.

Not really his first choice, but it will have to do in a pinch, as he wobbles closer and closer to his new temporary home for the night.

He is completely exhausted and has never been so ready for bed in his entire life.

Though he'll be getting a little more than he bargained for with this overnight excursion. The evilness of the town has already taken hold of this building.

Chuck enters through the front door, carefully and quietly as he can.

It appears to be mostly empty and completely quiet as he looks around in search of a nice comfy place to lay down and rest his head for the night. He notices a few random, long forgotten pieces of equipment scattered about as he searches.

Then suddenly the lights flash on, taking him by surprise; mid-stride. Blinding him, huge spotlights coming on everywhere pointing right at Chuck. Making him freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. Then causing him to falter and then stumble, sending him crashing to the floor. He isn't really sure what happend to him after that.

V^^V

When he comes back to, waking up in a chair, all the lights were back off.

Chuck tries to get up, but was unable to move. After a few minutes struggling, he came to the conclusion that his arms and legs had been tied down. That's when he tries to scream.

He isn't able to do that either, something was in his mouth that prevented him from doing so. He has been bound and gagged.

That's when he begins noticing he isn't in the big room he had first entered, as his eyes adjust to the dimly-lit room, but in a much smaller one. Even with just the small traces of light he was able to tell that.

Then suddenly the door opens and a man comes strolling in. Looking much like a doctor, only he wears all red instead of the standard-issue white.

Chuck immediately starts thrashing and convulsing, as the man walks over to him, in fear for his life.

"Ah, my wandering friend," the man in red snorts in Chuck's direction, "you have chosen the wrong place to come knocking.

"Don't worry, you won't be staying long. And you'll be made as comfortable as possible while you are here," the man in red says with an evil little grin. "Too bad you won't be leaving here with your life."

As the man in red begins to snicker at this last, Chuck begins to struggle adamently in his restraints and attempts screaming through his gag.

"Don't waste your energy, my friend. Houdini couldn't escape from those bonds. Plus, you may need it later... best to relax."

The man turns to leave, walking away he says over his shoulder, "I'll be right back, don't you worry your pretty little head..." Still laughing as he left; now maniacally.

Room One: Itsy Bitsy Spider

Chuck begins freaking out immediately as the man in red comes back through the heavy, iron door.

He holds a mysterious jar in his hand. Chuck's eyes narrow down on it and he begins thrashing violently again in his chair.

"You're only going to make things worse for you with that, my friend.

"Trust me."

He starts unscrewing the lid of the jar, "This is Latrodectus mactans. You know her as the black widow spider. Though not usually deadly, her strong neurotoxin - latrotoxin - is quite painful. It makes you almost wish you were dead. And she's hungry."

The man in red inserts a pair of forceps cautiously into the jar and carefully squeezes, bringing out a tiny black dot with wildly moving legs.

"Her venom is said to be more potent than most rattlesnakes, though she doesn't produce very much. Don't worry, she normally only kills children or the elderly... or those with weak immune systems.

"You're not weak, are you?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, but instead puts the angry spider close to Chuck's hand, the forceps coming close enough for her to sink her fangs into him.

Chuck immediately starts howling through his gag, trying to shake his throbbing hand in his bonds.

His hand instantly starts to swell, in minutes time it raises red rings surrounding the puncture area, creating the trademark bullseye from their bite.

Then Chuck starts to sweat profusely, his eyes very wide as he nears the point of blacking out from the pain.

The man in red continues laughing as he drops the spider back into the jar and closes the lid, then grins widely at Chuck.

"I'll leave you alone with that for a little while... enjoy."

Room Two: The Spider Lick

Chuck comes to a few hours later in excruciating pain, having blacked out from the sudden onslaught of it.

Immediately he notices that he has been moved to a different room. This one is much brighter, though still dingy.

He looks down at his hand and sees that it is swollen to almost three times its original size. And he can just barely make out the unique marking on the back of his hand that is just starting to ooze and puss.

Looking about nervously as this new door opens, much quieter than the other one.

"Hey, my friend, I see you made it and have decided to join us again. We have a real treat for you this time... be right back."

Always snickering.

The man in red still continues it when he returns, as if he never quit when he exited.

This time he carries a much larger glass cage with him. His smile growing ever wider as he removes the lid and grabs a large set of tongs sitting on the table that he sat the cage down on.

"This my friend, is quite impressive."

As the man in red pulls the largest spider Chuck has ever seen out of the cage - nearly the size of a dinner plate - he also grabs the forceps from off the table with his other hand.

"This is the Brazilian Goliath Birdeating spider, Theraphosa blondi, but it's not her bite that you'll be having to worry about. It is all these urticating hairs covering her very large abdomon that are most toxic. She uses them as a last-resort defense before striking. But these are much worse."

Chuck's eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets now as the man in red approaches, toting this creature usually only found in Chuck's wildest nightmares.

"We call this, the spider lick..." as the man jams the small empty forceps into Chuck's mouth, chipping his front tooth in the process, and pulls out his tongue with them.

"Now, you're not going to like this."

He practically shoves the giant spider in Chuck's mouth, the spider immediately irritated and it begins working its hind legs all about its abdomon. Inside and all around his mouth, some also making their way up to his nose and eyes.

Just as Chuck begins to cough and scream from the fire spreading in his mouth and face, the man pulls his tongue out to its fullest point and drags the arachnid's abdomon roughly down his tongue.

"Now you will start to feel real pain, my friend."

The man standing behind Chuck, that he never noticed, was there returning his gag as quickly as he had removed it just before the man in red yanked his tongue from his mouth. Though it probably will not be needed much longer.

Chuck's tongue is already starting to swell up and his eyes will soon almost be swelled shut. And following that his entire head will start to swell and puff, slightly.

The two men exit the room and soon after Chuck passes out again from the pain and envenomation, almost forgetting about his hand.

Room Three: Why Did it Have to be Snakes?

Waking up again in yet another room, this one was lined with hundreds of plastic bins that slide out from all the walls.

Chuck just barley holds on to consciousness and is having extreme trouble breathing, as the man in red enters for the final time.

"Hey, you're back... you don't look so well, though."

Too swollen and sick to respond, so Chuck just stares unfixatedly at the man in red.

The urge to vomit sweeping over him in waves and random intervals.

"We call this 'the snake pit', it has always been my favorite. I hope it will be yours, too."

The man in red picks up a large long-handled set of tongs up from off the holder on the wall, then walks over and opens one of the bins.

A long, threatening, hiss erupts from it immediately, followed by a very ominous rattling noise.

By this time, Chuck is too far under to even struggle or show any signs of fright. He just stares off into space.

The man in red extracts the serpent carefully, making sure its head is always facing away from him; not unlike a loaded gun.

He walks over to Chuck.

The large rattler slithers this way and that, though never taking its gaze off of Chuck's face.

"This is the Western Diamondback, Crotalus atrox, and she is your worst nightmare.

"Her hemotoxic venom will eat you alive, literally. And from the inside out. After 30 minutes, if the bite doesn't kill you, you will slowly start to feel your insides around the bite zone turning to goo. Then you will start to bleed from every oriface... and very painfully, too, I might add."

The man in red takes one step closer, and: Whack! Whack! Whack!

Before he can register, Chuck is struck three times by the huge-reptillian fangs. He hardly even flinches.

Two sets of fang marks appear instantly on his cheek, and the other set on his neck. Then venom quickly begins to work through his system. Bites to or near any major organ always results in even quicker deaths.

A couple drops of blood release from the wounds and trickle down Chuck's face.

As the man in red stands there and waits, checking his watch every so often over the next twenty or so minutes, he begins to look almost uneasy.

Finally he says, though Chuck couldn't hear anything anymore, "You are quite resilient, my friend. You are much stronger than I had anticipated. It will not bode well for you."

As the man in red heads for the door to exit one last time, he presses a button on the wall and says viciously, "Release the mambas." Then he walks, quickly, out the door and out of Chuck's life; what is left of it.

Two sets of huge glass doors open at the back of the room, directly behind Chuck.

Instantly the highly-aggressive black mambas come flying out of their cages; a dozen of them in all. The deadliest snake in all of Africa, most bites can kill an elephant let alone a human.

All twelve race over to Chuck, aggressive but also curious at the same time.

They begin to crawl and climb all over him, biting him with super short fangs that hold super toxic venom. Nailing him every chance they are given.

Taking dozens of bites from the notorious elapids (cobra family) ending his suffering, but Chuck is barely alive at this point anyway.

In seconds his breathing becomes short and nonexistent, his lungs no longer able to circulate oxygen throughout his body from the highly potent neurotoxic venom. And then his heart is simply unable to coninue beating.

Basically just paralyzing Chuck into a deep sleep that he will never wake up from.

Now the hidden warehouse that borders Winchester Gap is forced to wait for its next visitor to arrive. And somehow, they always do.


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