You’re probably wondering how I ended up in such a bad situation. Well, I’d never have expected to end up where I was when I started planning for Friday. It happened most because of Julia. I wanted to ask her out to drink on Friday. Julia was this gorgeous girl I’ve knew for a while, she’s different from other people and I think she understands me well. Maybe she’s too different, but that’s because she has Tourette’s syndrome. Even though her swearing and tics may push some away from her, I knew she wasn’t only that and that she could be really sweet. So I decided she’s the girl I wanted to impress and when you’re in high school, knowing how to get into clubs and scoring drinks easily was a guaranteed way to impress others.

In the beginning of the day I could probably already tell things wouldn’t go as well as I planned. First dad goes on a business trip on a nearby town and takes his nice car, leaving me with mom’s ugly van. Second, my best friend apparently thought it was a very bad idea but I told him, to make an omelette you’ve got to break a few eggs. In the end he just said he hoped that I was right and who knows, that night I might have gotten lucky… if he at least knew what was coming next he’d probably have tied me to a chair and read me a bunch of his millions of books. You know, they say turning into literature is an excellent way for forgetting women.

I went to pick her up and just to be safe I asked her to text me once her parents were asleep. While I waited for her by the front door I could hear the faint noise of what appeared to be cats wrestling and moaning but when she opened the door I noticed the sound came from upstairs in her house. “I thought your parents were asleep?”, she replied without even looking at me “Fuck do I care, I just need a drink.”

While driving into the almost overfilled parking lot Julia surprises me with one of her tics and a loud “Fuckhead!” while trying to point to a vacant space. Finally we got on the line to get into the club and god, it was the longest line in my life and it didn’t really help if Julia ended up having a tic moment while we waited, people just stared at us,I mean her, like we were clowns at a very elegant dress party. Finally when we got there something in my head clicked and I realized I had a problem: it wasn’t the same bouncer. I mean, the reason why I can always get in this club is because the regular bouncer is a friend of mine and always let me in. I held myself not to panic, try to act cool and figure something out. The current bouncer looked like something out of a boxing movie. He was a seven feet tall solid wall of human flesh. I did nothing but stare at him with my mouth wide open but like she could read my mind Julia got in between me and the colossus. For a second I thought they were going to be trapped in a staring contest for the rest of their lives but Julia broke the silence with a very bold tone of voice “Any problems or can we just go in?”. The bouncer chuckled and said “I like your attitude, but you can’t go in without an ID.”. At that moment I thought the night was lost. I just looked like the wimpiest kid ever in front of Julia and the whole line of strangers just laughing silently at me. I bet by this time at least a dozen of those kid already updated their facebook status saying “I saw the wimpiest kid at the club line today!”. However, once again Julia surprised me. She opened her shirt and said “here’s our ID” and pulled me into the club while the bouncer stood there frozen. I never thought I’d see a girl doing that, it seemed like this belonged only to TV shows but Julia had attitude.

Now that we were finally inside the club everything would get easier. We started to drink together and she couldn’t stop laughing and mocking me about my face when I saw the bouncer. Things at that moment start to look better and I already had forgotten how bad the night had been so far. Julia’s tics started to become a funny ocurrence and both of us would laugh when it happened. We drank, we danced and we started making fun of other people around us. At that moment, being as intoxicated as we were, might have sounded like we were having the time of our lives but once again my luck was about to commit suicide and leave me alone in the night with only Julia to save me(again, sadly).

Then two guys came from across the room. They were big, they resembled twiddle-dee and twiddle-dum from Alice in Wonderland, only that one of them was like the Hulk on steroids and the other was simply fat and dumb looking. They came up to us and only the strong one spoke while his friend just nodded his head in silence “You guys making fun of us? What’s so funny about us, huh? You have any idea who you’re talking to?”. My mouth was shut and my mind went blank. The smell of the alcohol of his breathe in my face made me just wish he’d shut up, but I wouldn’t say that to him, he was more than capable of slicing me in pieces with a karate chop. Julia on the other hand didn’t seem to worry much about it, she just handed me my cup and said “Fuck those assholes, they’re probably all barking and no bite”. I saw as his gigantic face went red while she drank he drink. Everything started to seem like being in slow-motion as I sensed that the iminent sound of my neck cracking was going to be the next thing I’d hear when he put his massive hand on my shoulder and said with an ominous voice that most resembled a thunder heard by a 5 year old boy trying to hide under his sheets from the storm outside, “Your girl seems to have more balls than you do… let’s see if she’ll try to help you”. At that moment he pulled me and dragged me outside with him. Julia and his friend stumbled after us bouncing on each other like pinballs, both being too drunk to walk on a straight line.

When outside the big guy just threw me on the ground and once again Julia tried to come for my help “leave him alone you shithead!”. When they say Chilvalry is dead, not only it is dead but it’s dead, rotten, reborn and brutally murdered in its new life, because that big guy just held Julia by her hair and threw her on the ground besides me despite her swearings and efforts to break off his grip.

Every sound seemed to have ceased when all I could hear was the sound a gun would make if it was being pulled out of some big guy’s pants, mostly because that was exactly what just had happened. At that second I understood that no matter what he said he was right. He was the lord of all truth and justice as long as he had a gun in his hand and I dearly hoped Julia could read my mind right now. But I had my answer, she couldn’t, she just started swearing more and more obscenities, I don’t even know if any of it was due to her syndrome or she was just plainly mad at the big guy but he definetly wasn’t too happy about it. He put his gun in my mouth and dared Julia to insult him again at least once more, if she did, he’d make graffiti on the wall with my brain.

Silence reigned for a minute or so which seems like an eternity when you have a piece of metal in your mouth filled with holes. His friend, however, wasn’t silent anymore. That dumb looking mass of fat started panicking at the moment the Hulk had taken off his gun. “Man, just drop it, leave those two kids alone, they’re not worth the trouble. You’re over-reacting, they were just being stupid kids, let’s go back inside I’ll pay you a drink and we’ll meet beautiful girls, come on man.”. In my head, I hoped that he’d listen to his friend but he part of me believed that he wouldn’t, part of me sensed that all he really wanted that night was to shoot someone. Sadly that someone was me.

The moment the gun was out of my mouth I exhaled like I never had done before. It seemed like my soul went out of my body for a walk. That’s probably how a baby feels when he first exhales. The big Hulk guy took a few steps towards his friend and point the gun back at us again “I can’t kill you guys, but one of you is going to pay for this.” and he aimed at Julia’s torso. At that moment, I still don’t know if by courage or sheer stupidity, I jumped and pushed Julia out of the way and as if all happened in slow motion he squeezed the trigger. An explosion and his hand was gone.

Here’s a second thing that I learned that night: You drill holes in a gun to silence it. Most of the sound a gun makes is of gases expanding and the bullet breaking the speed of sound. Drill holes in the gun and the gases will go out so the bullet will never hit the speed of sound. Drill those holes wrongs and the gun will blast your hand off. Poor hulking bastard, his friend left him as soon as he heard the bang and now the big colossus is on the ground with bloody hand and a few fingers missing. I went up to see and looked at his face filled with pain. All that I could hear was this little voice in my head screaming for revenge. Julia hugged me and whispered “If you’re going to do something, just do and let’s get the hell out of here. I just want to go home now”. So I did. I put my foot over that guy’s testicles and watched his teary eyes asking for remorse. I thought for a second and uttered “No, not for you” and down my foot went.

The text is very raw and I didn’t go through the work of editing it and correct some errors that I’m sure there are a lot. Maybe one day I will.

Well, there you go:

A tear ran down through a young man’s face sitting in the counter of a dirty restaurant as he looked down to a cup of cofee and some snacks that he knew he couldn’t eat. He didn’t look any older than twenty and two years, just had started his life alone and was already in such an uninmaginable situation, no one would believe what happened to him, what he had become, he didn’t even think he could go back to those he knew. Only one person could help him in that moment and was the same girl that put him in that situation, that damned girl, he believed she was the right one, he believed she was different… but oh, she was different, way different. She had seduced him and brought him to that god forgotten part of town, so far from his home, she was responsible for his sorrows, for his despair, for his… unnatural state.
A horrible feeling of loneliness embraced him as he thought that his life, if he could call it ‘life’ anymore, just was terribly twisted and everything changed so fast. Unable to consume anything that was in his table he decided to get out of that place that only helped him feel even worse than he was already feeling. The night outside was freezing and it was raining lightly, not that he bothered for he couldn’t even feel the temperature anymore and not that anyone actually noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything to keep himself warm, there was no one to notice him in that lonely night.
His mind was still trying to organize his thoughts, all that happened that night was too much, was way too much for someone to go through in only one evening. She had said she had a surprise for him and she indeed had. She gave him the embrace of the undeath, the bloody kiss that gave him so much pain and pleasure at the same time. He can still remember the moment, great pain and anguish, spasms and shock through his body as he feels the mortal coil. But after that, the moment of rebirth, probably the greatest pleasure he ever felt, the last true ecstasy, it all changed at that moment. He woke up to a totally different world, his senses honed to an uncanny level, sounds that he never heard before were now so clear to his ears, tactile feelings never appreciated with touch before, colours imperceptible to the human eye and a variety of distinguishable smells. He could see, feel, hear, smell everything that he never could and he could also taste, though toward a single, terrible flavour. Only one substance which smell could overcome every other and incite him, only the smell and taste of the precious scarlet liquid that run deep in human veins. His sire had taught him the basics of his unlife: to hunt but not kill humans, never let the beast within dominate you, always keep in touch with your humanity. Don’t worry about humans, they won’t turn unless you fed them our blood.
He walked into a homeless man covering himself from the cold and rain beneath a bridge and felt a growl deep inside of him, his hunger was rising, the beast within demanded to be fed. But he didn’t want to, he would resist the impulse, he couldn’t even bear the thought of attacking another human, just like him… or at least, like he had been. The beast growled and purred louder and he felt a spike of pain inside of him, demanding, crying, for blood. He tried to walk away but he felt weaker and weaker each step he took away from the human. He walked until the pain become so unbereable that his vision started to blur and soon he wasn’t conscious anymore.
His conscience came back when he felt a sweet taste on his mouth, perhaps the sweetest he ever had. He looked down to find the corpse of a human which he had just drained dry. The thought was horrible, to have sunk his teeths into the neck of a human, to have lowered to the level of the beast, he did not know that the hunger was so hard to resist and that the inner beast was so strong. The gruesome sight made him feel sick and he left the place immediately. Walking away from the scene his mind went back to his mistress and her lessons about the unlife. She didn’t have so much time to teach him much of his life before they, who called themselves the protectors of the Kindred race, came and took them both. She was considered guilty for have sired a childe without permission from the leader of the regional Kindred. When she had embraced out of loneliness they considered that to be highly dangerous to the secrecy of the Kindred race and that if they had lots of them walking around the humans were bound to notice them and hunt them, one by one, as they used to do in the old ages when stories of blood sucking fiends where as true and as feared as the news we receive today in the newspapers. His sire was judged and executed but he was left alive due to the intervention of other Kindreds that believed that he had no guilt and deserved to live. They left him without a sire, without instruction, alone in a world of darkness.
Deep in his thoughts and memories he didn’t notice, or even cared, where he headed. Only moments later he realized that he was in a part of town that he did not know. He looked around himself and saw that he was in a very suburban, almost rural, part of town which seemed to be miles and miles away from the downtown area where he used to live. Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine and everything seemed cold. He felt afraid. As fear crept through his veins he remembered one of the few things his sire told him, one of the things that he wouldn’t believe unless he wasn’t a supernatural creature himself. She told him to stay away from the suburbans part of town for the Kindred aren’t the only creatures that creep during the night on this city. She told him to avoid these places cause only in these places he might ending up meeting a Garou. Those lycanthropes, she told him, where nothing like they’re described to humans in stories, they are by no means lunatics frenzied predators. They were defenders of the Mother Earth and the spiritual world and the Kindred was seen as an enemy to both, Garous would not let a Kindred to get out of Lycan’s territory unharmed.
The fear gripped tight on his mind, he looked to every corner trying to see if anyone has seen him. His mind screamed to him that he had to run away, back to the center of the city where Garous did not venture, so his body just darted away back to where he came. He ran as fast as he could, which is way more since he doesn’t need to stop to catch his breath or worry about muscular pains, because now he knew there was someone, or something, following him even though he could not see it, he knew there was something coming for him. Through empty streets and dark alleys he ran without daring to look back. Suddenly he found himself in a dead-end with nowhere to go. He did not dare to look back. His past life would have passed through his head right now if he hadn’t been through the last night. His recents memories of the bloody embrace, the lessons his sire taught him, the punishment she received, the anguish he felt when her body turned into ashes, his own teeth sinking down on a innocent man’s throat, a dead body left on the pavement, all went through his head and he felt that there couldn’t be a worse ending. It’d be far more terrible to continue in this unnatural life that threatened the race which he once belonged to. A tear ran down through his face and he closed his eyes. He wondered what would come after that, would he finally die or is there something waiting for him on the other side? All his questions faded when he felt a sudden but brief pain on his neck. Soon all the horrifying memories that he had were gone. Only Darkness was left. Darkness that would linger forever in this city of sin and rage.

By Alex H.

Second I want to make up for the lack of update for the people that actually visited even thought it wasn’t being updated when it should.
Well, I’m not making a fixed date for updating so far because I’m not filled with material, I create it every now and then, and sometimes I need to work on something else and it keeps me from dedicating full time for the blog.

So because of that, I’m posting about a film that I’ve watched this weekend and it’s just, in my opinion, one of the most well done films lately. It is the swedish film “Let the right one in” based on the book from John Adjvide Lindqvist.

The film tells the story of Oskar, a 12 year old boy who doesn’t have too many friends and is always bullied at school, who meets this pale odd girl, Eli, that just moved next to him that right in the beginning tells him that they cannot be friends. However, as the story advances, they begin to approach each other and start to share their lonely existence together.

I’m not going too deep in the story so not to give any accidental spoilers. The film has a very good story, it’s worth your time, and the setting, together with the music,  gives us the perfect feeling for a film like that.

Not only a great horror film that follows the vampire mythology on the best way it is, but also a film that will make you think and care about the characters, ask yourself about the real nature and reasons and if their relationship is truly what it seems to be or not.

Even though this was not a story post, I still need to ask: Got any interesting, eerie, fictional or non-fictional story you want published? Let me know and you’ll have a place to publish your short stories!

For years as a youngster I avoided my closet.  If my mom wanted me dressed. So be it. She can head into the alien infested closet and fetch me some clothing. I sure wasn’t going to. It had never occurred to me that every time she came back with a jump-suit or a dress, she came back un-scathed.  I thought she was crazy! How could she not realize there was an alien living in my closet?  I bet he brain-washed my mom. I was sure of it.
Yep, E.T. brain-washed my mom into thinking that he was, in-fact, a stuffie in my closet.
How utterly fiendish of him.
Well, that was my only current rational decision and I stuck to it.

I remember the day my mom came back annoyed that I wouldn’t, still, a year after witnessing the movie, go into my closet. She ran out of ideas to convince me. I would cry pathetically, with little chokes and sobs, then throw myself onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. It was a routine. That day, though, I could tell that she really had enough. She wasn’t angry, or anything. Even only after a few years living with your guardians, you can always tell when they came up with a plan, even if they don’t tell you.
She came out of my closet without any of my clothing. Just where was my clothes she usually had? Could it be possible that she would let me hop through those pre-school doors in my jammies? I’ve always wanted to. It’s always more fun than getting dressed every single day. Her next few words scared me.
“Why don’t we go into your closet and face Mr. Alien today?”
What? Haven’t we been through this before?
I guess it was my silence she took as an answer.
“Have you ever seen this alien before?” she asked.
Good question.
“Then let’s go see him,” she continued.
She took my hand and led me to my infamous closet just a few paces in front of me. I bet he would jump out and eat me! Or leap out at my face when the line of light creeps into the inside of the closet!
I clutched my moms hand even tighter and closed one eye in a grimace when she took the handle of the closet into her hand and deftly pushed it open.

I never expected I’d open my closet and find, honestly, nothing. Everything was as I remembered it the day I watched E.T. that one night. No aliens of any sort! I was reunited with Angel Barbie, and Cookie Monster. Plus all the other ponies, dolls, puppies, kitties, and the usual crowd I was familiar with.
“No aliens, see?” my mom said with a smile when my face turned from expecting the worst, to gleefully ecstatic.
I ran into my closet forgetting about aliens, and snatched angel Barbie away from the shelf then ran to my dollhouse.

I guess that facing your fears is one of the best things you could do to your confidence. Unless your fear is sky-diving off a national monument without a parachute. It’s probably every ones fear one time or another. Don’t try it. Try the little things instead. It’s much more worthwhile if you respect your well-being.
Little did I know that my older brother was currently sneaking into my closet in a costume of an green alien with 5 googly eyes.
Meanie.

By Brenna Drzimotta.

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By Alex H.

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