The Staff of Bone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It started as a fantasy, but I started describing undead and poof its slightly more horror than necessary. I am looking for any comments even if its like "Your bad you suck never touch a keyboard again!" If I get any attraction I'll continue editing and writing.

Submitted: October 21, 2013

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Bloodcurdling screams is all you can hear at night, the ghastly howls of the undead pierce the veil of reality and drives you slowly into insanity. Zach has endured this for almost twelve years of his life his brain numbed by the constant strain of these noises, captured at a very young age so young in fact that he cannot recall anything but the horror story he was dragged forcefully into. His details on the on what happened were blurred but painfully obvious, if he no longer became a use for his lord, Zark, he would simply be tossed into the ranks of undead to if he was lucky be devoured, if not endure a life long torture of being nothing but a mindless ghoul like the ones that howl outside his second story room. Zark lived in a mansion, almost could be called a palace which Zark very much enjoyed it to be cleaned by hand for what seemed like no particular reason. Cleaning his house was no mindless matter that his ghoulish creations could handle, there were potions, labels, and other concoctions that Zach could only describe as atrocities that had to be put in a very ordered manner, Zach never really attached to anyone but one, it was another young fellow like him named Jason, they used to clean the house together, a pair, and always talk after hours laying in their room, Zach avoids speaking about Jason ever since he broke a rather expensive vial and was tossed out the door. Zach could still remember his screams echo darkly in his head but his focus was always broken by some command. “Fetch me the jar of eyes!” his master would call, always with a biting tone, never seemed happy to see the poor, hardly fed child dressed in rags while himself was draped in his normal black robe which covered every inch of his body in a shadow, with staff topped with a human skull which Zach was convinced at this point that he slept with as well, never seeing that staff leave his clammy pale hands. After obeying every barked order he would walk up stairs to the slaves dorm and lay down and sleep, his bed was right against the wall right from the entry to the door, he would lay down and face the lavender painted wall because across from the wall  was a window, a large window that somehow always showed the bright moon and illuminated the hideous and disfigured undead below, Sometimes Zach would get a slight smell of their rotting flesh and vomit, imagining every maggot filled detail of their uncaring corpses Zach would eventually pass out, ready to succumbed to the nightmares that were sure to follow. He awoke very early feeling bold even the thought itself required some focus and focus he began as he mustered up his courage to glance out of the window crawling out of bed like a spider he took a very careful peek out of the huge window, the sun shining brightly in his face, To his dismay nothing was there but the blank space and the tree line, sudden panic welled up in his chest as he glances around franticly knowing there was a problem, there were always undead outside his second floor window, standing aimlessly on the floor. Zach saw movement in the trees at the border of their home’s clearing immediately calming himself down realizing it was his master’s fault who just walked outside of the massive wooden door, Zach remembered the time he tried to run, every one of the creatures chased him clawing and biting at his flesh, scratch wounds were still able to be seen clawed deeply in his leg but the smell of the disgusting creatures overwhelming, he was not even able to close his eyes without remembering that revolting smell, the puss filled sores on their skin, and the crawling of maggots and flies as they float around the walking corpses devouring their fill of rotting flesh. Zach never tried to escape after that day but he always has thought about it, and more importantly, why they never try to attack his master, why do mindless creatures fear his master but not him they were about the same height and were about the same in physique besides the fact he has never seen what was under the robe before. If Zach even were to open the window the creatures would turn around to extend their claws at him, none of them even close to being tall enough but they could stand there for hours, not a care in the world except to enjoy their next bite of flesh even if it was out of reach. Zach knew his master was gone, his master always went for a walk to get some fresh air, and to point out fresh bodies for his abominations to lug back to his home for experimentation, always catching a weary traveller, or some foolish boys trying to disrespect their parents wishes to not leave their towns, especially never to enter Dead Man’s Woods, but they never listen and when they are caught Zach gets to listen to their howls of agony as they are ripped to shreds by the undead guards, always hungry for a meal. Zach decided today was the day he would try again with his idiotic nervousness gone and the undead back outside the window he knew there had to be a trick to escaping the undead.  First pulled off the covers of his bed, for even though he was never fed well enough, the house was very well stocked with furniture, his Lord sometimes had over people such as diplomats and other necromancers and wouldn’t let himself be defamed for a terrible decor in any of his rooms even if they would never see it, even the servants room was very nicely painted with a lavender with a black theme for all of the beds. Zach wrapped the bed sheets around his short boyish form making sure to wrap the makeshift hood over his bright brown hair that was just recently trimmed past his eyebrows.He stalked out onto the balcony, knowing the undead were back at the front of the home after Lord Zark was far enough away and for a second the creatures were confused unsure how they felt about the new cloaked figure already forgotten that Zark has left moments earlier, successful for just a moment but the undead once against begun swiping and gnawing at the figure much farther away than their lack of uninjured eyes let them perceive, so he turned around and re-entered his room a devious plan forming, he quickly ran down the stairs finding a knife, going off of memory alone he began cutting into the fabric very quickly and inaccurately in the shape of his masters robe, then he must wait. Zach went through his chores of the day, cleaning the house bottom to top, locking all of the doors and windows never was sure why the doors and windows had a lock on both sides, and then lastly entering his masters work station that was underground to assist him in anything he may ask for, but Zark seemed rather tired today, not in the usual commanding mood, even called an earlier than normal sleeping time. Zach walked towards his room, but didn’t enter it that night, hoping never to enter it again as he went towards his master room which was only down the hallways, never entering it before and not knowing what to expect. The door was locked but Zach was given a key, a key to all of the doors in the house for locking, Zach merely forgot to put it back much like he did before but it didn’t open the door even after countless attempts. Zach was so close and willing to do anything for a chance of freedom, knowing he wouldn’t be able to live another night in his cell of a home and went to the door with a more forceful approach, finding the long metal rod his master used for stirring his cauldron and setting it hooking it on the handle of the door, on the other end of the rod with all of his might he slammed onto it ripping off the handle forcefully with a massive cracking sound causing the door to open. Zach assumed his master would be awake after the loud noise, that he would be dead as soon as he made eye contact with his soon to be furious master but he luckily still slumbered. Zach could only thank whatever deity aided him in that moment as he entered, along all of the walls were skulls in perfect condition, not a single scratch or indent in the skulls at first Zach didn’t bother glancing until he noticed one missing at the very end. Closer inspection showed names under each one of them, and in the last spot, engraved very carefully in the bottom “Zach” was listed. Zach was horrified, almost forgetting why he had broken into the room in the first place, but he quickly looked away unable to even conjure an idea of the horror that would have awaited him if he even stayed one more night, hunting for the staff his master always carried and he saw it, at first glance it looked just like a stick with a skull on top, but Zach froze, staring into the skulls empty eye slots as if possessed by the staffs unholy essence. Zach tore away his vision away from the pitch black holes and reached out to touch it, his hand was tingling with static as he grabbed hold of the base of the staff, he had to take a deep breath to calm his nerves but he heard something, a low, angry voice which sent a tingling all the way down his spine, “Zach, what are you doing with my staff?” Lord Zark called from his bed, sitting up and pivoting at the waist to face him, his head slightly cocked to the right as if he twitched, “Zach are you planning to run?” the voice was so filled with rage he almost choked, Zach however did exactly that. He choked up and turned to his master, back against the wall as his master slowly stands from his bed, and begins steps closer and closer to his victim, “Drop the staff.” the command was so sudden Zach had to fumble to keep it in his hands, so trained to listen he almost did just like the dog he was. Lord Zark reached out for him, touching his shoulder but Zach flinched, smashing the staff into his arm, a loud crack sounded as it hit something much more solid squishy flesh. “Zach..” the voice called and Zach responded by raising his eyes to meet his master,  his eyes were dark black, smoldering like coals as his hood was removed to show nothing but white bone, it was Zach’s turn to scream, horrified he darted for the door, narrowly escaping the skeletal grasp that reached for him, Zach ran down the stairs, taking more than three stairs a step as he used that momentum to make it to the locked door, he pounded on the locked door as if someone on the other side would answer him as he scratched with his nails at the locking function on the door desperately getting it open, Click the sound of  feet touching the wooden floor “Zach you shouldn’t disobey your master.” Click Zach claws desperately, every step increases his heart rate to dangerous levels. Click Zach curses pounding his hand on the wooden door suddenly realizing the key that jingled in his pocket. Click Zach reached into his pocket, his head pounding as he pulls out the golden key sticking it in the slot clockwise, the click of the door matched the footsteps that were now ground level, directly behind him. “Zach!” CLICK CLICK CLICK.. The boney footsteps turn into a run scraping the floor with every stride as the door opens, the cold air hits Zach like a wall as he begins running for his life, the pounding of his footsteps and the pounding of his heart drowned out all sound in his ringing ears, the last he heard was the shout of his master calling his name one last time, his voice seemed to bounce off of the sides of his hollowed mind as fear and adrenaline takes ahold of him keeping him running for what seems forever in the cold dark night. The howls of the undead followed him throughout the woods, it was not the staff, it was not some magical reason it was just because he had nothing left to devour, no skin or muscles were left on the image burned into Zach’s memories. Fear kept him going even past the point of exhaustion, the point where he could no longer hear the moans of ghouls, the breaking point of his bare feet as he collapsed mid run finally accepting the nightmares that always haunted his dreams, even in his final breath.


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