Hell's featured on Midnight Cassette season 2

I was a bit too giddy and getting used to 'new' yesterday to post this, but the new series of DimensionBucket's Midnight Cassette came out yesterday and I am beyond excited with this.
This is the first time I've had a story read online, to my knowledge anyway, and my best friend in having her story read in another episode.

The first episode came out yesterday and features my stories, the first and third, and the stories of two other writers. I think the final product is great and definitely worth a listen, the narrators do an amazing job with their given stories, I don't wish to give away who read mine ones but I admit, I may have fangirled a tiny 'little' bit...

If you're into a good creepy listen then I'd recommend checking it out!

Original post: http://nightblog.dimensionbucket.com/post/142908867252/midnight-cassette-s2e1-short-sharp-shocks

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgSRdBG9cBI&t=957s

Keep your eyes peeled for more episodes to come in the future!

Tek Tek by Hell.R.

She was beautiful, undeniably beautiful.

Her hair cascaded down her back as her eyes sparkled with a smile with unexplained joy as she looked at me, she was like a siren. Calling me in with her smile.

Something about her had me rooted to the spot, unable to move despite my will to continue home and rest for the night. It wasn’t like I had the urge to investigate this mysterious beauty further I just genuinely could move no further, like my legs were frozen solid.

A strange feeling began crawling through me, a feeling of unease. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and my blood ran cold as I saw her move, an unexplained feeling.
This woman had never done anything to me in the past in fact I had never met her before, so why did a single movement from her make me shudder?

I glanced around in hope of finding something else that would peak my interest, anything that could take my mind off the mystery woman and perhaps let me move again. Sadly there was nothing apart from buildings that were hidden behind rows of trees.

When I looked back towards the wall where the woman was leaning I was surprised to find that she was gone but that I still couldn’t move and the feeling of dread was still rushing over me. My hands were shaking and my stomach was full of butterflies.

A movement across the floor caught my attention, making me jump in shock. Considering its size I didn’t know how I had managed to over look the figure crawling across the floor, part of me wished I hadn’t noticed it just now.

My heart instantly faltered with a few beats and the lump got bigger causing my breath to catch in my chest, my shivering turned into full blown shakes as I surveyed the figure on the floor.

It was the woman, she was skeletally thin and her skin was deathly grey, her lips had turned blue whilst her once blonde hair had become more of a grey colour, matted with dirt and blood. There was no denying that she looked a lot healthier and…alive…when she was leaning against the wall a few feet away.

My eyes slowly scanned down her body which was led out on the concrete, nausea hit me in a second and I felt the colour drain from my face as I saw the trail of blood where her legs should be.

How was this woman still moving?

Her dead eyes looked up at me as she slowly reached out to me, her cold lips parting slowly and strange strangled noises left her throat.

My own throat went dry as I stared into her eyes and my body continued to betray my mind which was still crying out
for me to move, run away and not to look back.

It started screaming for me to move as I watched her reach down to where her legs should have been and pulled out a scythe that was covered in dried blood, where that had come from I couldn’t tell and it was the last thing I was capable of thinking about right now.

With the fear of death looming upon me my mind went blank; no life flashed before my eyes, no last wishes for friends and family….just fear.

She was going to make me like her, take my legs and let me bleed to death where I stood and it all started with a simple look her way.

Through the Eyes of an Innocent by Hell.R.

My heart beats erratically as I pull the covers up higher until they touch my chin; my eyes were wide open as I stared towards my ceiling. Granted I couldn’t see anything through the darkness but I didn’t care, I needed to stay awake.

There’s something in the corner of my room and the second I close my eyes it’ll get closer and spring on me I just know it, I’m not stupid I know what happens in stories. The minute someone’s back is turned the thing attacks, the only advantage I had at this stage of the game was that it couldn’t attack when my back was turned because I was led down.

Yeah…I’m winning this round.

I could deal with no sleep for one night, its 2am now meaning there’s only about three more hours before the sun will start to rise and the thing in the corner will disappear. Sleep is over rated anyway.

A content smile crosses my lips before a jolt of realisation shot through me, the thing in the corner doesn’t attack unless my eyes are closed…but what about the thing at the end of my bed?

My eyes slowly lowered towards the end of my bed where a large shadow loomed over me, perfectly still but terrifyingly threatening. My blood ran cold and I found myself frozen in fear, I’ll be ok as long as I don’t move.

No sleep and no moving that’s easy.

But wait! What if I needed to use the bathroom?!

The thing under my bed was sure to reach out and grab me the minute I set my feet on the carpeted floor, it would drag me under and I’d become a slave to the bed goblins and ghouls. Dragged into their world to be tortured and then sold off as a slave, forced to work until my skin melts off.

A soft whimper escaped me as I shivered at the thought of Goblin Hell.

Wait…the thing at the end of the bed…did it just move? Did that one little shiver catch its attention?

Or did the thing in the closet tip it off?

The thing in the closet is the worse of them all, parents tell their children bogeymen live in the closet but I know better. The thing in the closet is no bogeyman but something far worse, more ferocious and blood thirsty.

I’ve seen it move around in there, knocking my things over whilst pacing back and forth. It’s waiting for me to go and investigate the noise before throwing the doors open and pulling me into the unknown.

There’s no protection from these things, even in the day they hide in the shadows but because they can’t go into sunlight they are stuck there until nightfall.

My mum tells me there’s nothing to be scared of but what does she know? Has she seen the things I have?

I know things are out there to get me, the darkness can hide many things and they all want to get me.

My eyes start to feel heavy and I couldn’t stop them from slowly sliding shut, the thing in the corner was sure to get me now but I couldn’t help myself, I was so tired.

Oh well maybe I’ll have more luck tomorrow night

Horrorcon 2016!

What a way to wake up!

So, for those folks who may not know, here in the UK we have a large supermarket called Sainsbury's who have their own points system including a plastic card. This system is called Nectar, and you can link it all with all kinds of places from cinema tickets to Ebay purchases.
Anyway, recently they've been holding this promotion called #makesmeMe, where you send in a short paragraph and/or photo of what makes you unique and they eventually picked out people to give things to.
Apparently I was one of those people!
My horror story writing and Dismembears were apparently enough to win me something.
They contacted me mid last week to inform me that I would be receiving a 'surprise'.
I was expecting it to be a little gift card or something, a small but welcome sum all the same, my parents joked that it'd be a certificate of participation.
I woke up this morning, a beautiful Wednesday morning...or afternoonish....and found out it had arrived, my surprise!
Honestly when I saw the large A4 envelope and I had a laugh thinking maybe my parents were right, but I eagerly tore it open and pulled out the sheet of paper...to read that they are sending me tickets to the 2016 Horror con!
I've never been before, it's bit of a distance away honestly, but it's amazing!
I'm so excited!!!

Oh yeah...book review will be up later once I've calmed down, but I may do something a little different with it today!

An honourable mention goes out to a Dismembear:

 

Thanks for helping with my uniqueness guys!

Never Apart by Hell.R.

Her skin is beautiful.

A perfect milky white, the complete contrast to my previous girlfriend, her skin had been a wonderful dark colour.

I don’t care about the colour of their skin, it’s always been about the condition of that skin. Always soft, no unsightly blemishes such as acne or scars.

They could only be perfect.

I like distinguishing features, the odd mole, perhaps cute freckles as they add personality.

My girlfriend has the cutest little line of moles down the right side of her stomach.

Her sparkling eyes follow my hand down her body as I trace it down her perfect skin, tears rolling down her cheeks whilst I smile in love and admiration.

“You will be the best one of them all,” I whisper.

Those eyes flashed with an all too familiar look that I am still yet to understand, all of my previous girlfriends had the same look as the blade first sunk into their skin. An angelic scream echoes around the room and makes my heart skip a few beats, I love that sound.

I sink the silver blade in at an angle in jagged movements to separate the skin from anything else, blood poured over my hand that was resting on her side. With each movement she’d let out a cry and a whimper and a smile just broke my face in half.

Once an edge was established I began to peel the skin back to reveal the red underneath and continue to dissect a large portion until it had finally fallen away completely.

One beautiful piece of milk coloured skin, stained red.

I set the knife by her hip and get up, stepping away from the table she was strapped to. Pulling the side of my shirt up, I place the piece of skin across my side, holding it there until I reach the mirror across the room.

The contrast of the skin sample against my own was beautiful, the white contrasted against my own scarred, tanned skin wonderfully.

“Simply magnificent.”

The skin makes an almost delightfully sickening noise as it slaps against the counter of the wooden table beside the mirror, right next to a needle and thread.

I move the mirror around so that I could sit at the table and have a perfect view of myself.

After removing my shirt I hold the skin against my own once again, admiring the sight with distraction before snapping out of it and grabbing onto an already prepared needle.

The first stitch always hurts the most, having the end of the needle push through the flesh stung every time, but after that it becomes an almost addictive feeling. The need to feel the piece of thread moving between your skin and tightening the new addition was euphoric.

Watching as the loose and flapping piece of slowly dying flesh attaches to yours with each new stitch was addictive.

It only takes about five minutes until it’s over and the feeling of bliss subsides, my body tingles all over as I take a wet wipe from a packet on top of the table and begin wiping the excess blood from my newly grafted skin.

With my new, milky skin all cleaned up I make my way back to the table. Leaning over this beautiful woman I smile so lovingly that my cheeks hurt, she stares back at me as her chest heaves up and down with large pants.

“Well I think that went very well, shall we continue?”

My Monster by Hell.R.

I can’t move.

My body refuses to comply with the simplest of requests, even the twitch of a single finger seems impossible.

I can’t speak.

My tongue feels like it’s been torn out and replaced with a slab of felt, stitched in place to fool anyone around me that it’s real.

I can’t open my eyes.

My eyelids feel heavy, even getting them to flutter feels like a challenge in itself.

Even with my eyes involuntarily closed I can tell that I’m surrounded by nothing but darkness, I should be led in my bed and sleeping soundly, but this feels like something much deeper.

There are footsteps to my side, shuffling along the floor to my left, accompanied by the sound of a girl muttering and whispering. They don’t sound like the typical kind of footsteps, more like a light scraping as if they had to force their feet along the ground.

The voice doesn’t sound like a young girl, more like an adult mocking a child much younger than them in a crude imitation. It’s almost pantomime like.

Within mere seconds I feel them shift on top of me, legs placed either side of me and hands splayed across my chest.

They’re as light as you’d expect a child to be, but yet I still feel my breathing become restricted. Taking in the smallest amount of air becomes a tremendous task and within moments my lungs are begging me to draw in a deep breath.

Their weight begins to shift in a pattern and it doesn’t take long to figure out that they have started rocking, using me like some kind of toy horse.

“You left us,” she coos in that horribly saturated sweet voice.

I want to respond ‘Us who?’ but still can’t speak, all that comes out sound like slurred grunts of incoherent words.

It transpires that I didn’t need to be able to talk as she mockingly replies. “You know who ‘us’ is.”

I half expected to hear a giggle at the end of that sentence, it feels foreign and almost empty when she doesn’t.

The weight shifts again and I feel strangely textured hands running up my neck and along my cheeks, eventually halting as they rest there with the thumbs pressed against my lips.

With a lot of force I manage to shift my head to the side and try to dislodge the hands from the side of my face, instead she shifts my head back up.

My body is crying out for oxygen and I feel close to panicking.

“We didn’t get to finish our last game.”

I want to push her off but it takes so much will power to simply move one part of my body, after an intense struggle with desperation I feel only my right index finger twitch a little, brushing lightly against her soft leg.

That’s when the giggle finally filled the air and shrouded me with dread, it was a haunting sound as she took glee in my weakness.

I feel two of the fingers shift up to my eyelids and push on them ever so gently, she pushed until my eyes are opened half lidded.

Even in the pitch blackness of the room she seemed to be illuminated in an odd light, one that brought out all her features.

I recognised the grotesque, grey skinned and terribly thin ragdoll of myself, her eyes half lidded and staring into my own. Patchwork marks were strewn across her body leaving the closest thing to scars that could appear on her body, her clothes matched my usual shirt and jeans style except they were much more tattered.

Her head was tilted so her straggly, woollen hair tickled the side of my neck.

Her mouth was stitched into a lopsided smile.

“I missed you,” she whispers in a husky tone.

As if she just realised that she should have no free will her arms collapse from underneath her, she drops limply onto me so her head is resting against mine.

Despite no other signs of life aside from her movement, I can hear her breathing in my ear. Almost like she was bragging about the life she was taking from me.

As she lies with her head resting against mine, the stolen breath wafting over my face rhythmically, she reminds me of a child. Cuddling up to the mother figure for comfort and warmth, waiting for those soft words of protection, she closes her hauntingly dark eyes and lets out a sigh of contentment.

My mind starts racing as breathing becomes impossible, no air was leaving nor entering my body and the world around me was getting hazy. It’s a familiar feeling, one I’ve encountered a few times in my teen years when this monster first reared her head and dragged me away from everything.

I won’t let that happen again.

I was defeated once and overcame it all, as I finally make my right hand move with great difficulty, I vow to myself that I will be sure to fight it again, get my strength back and steal my life from back her once more.

La..la..la... by Hell.R.

Why won’t it stop? I just want it all to stop.

A whimper left my throat as the sound continued to resonate around my head, it had been like this for hours. Constant yelling and screaming, thuds and crashes, the usual routine of sounds repeated over the course of two days before things would go silent for another week, their anger towards each other rebuilding over the week until one of them steps ever so slightly out of line.

It had to have been a record for them though, they usually began around early evening however tonight they’d made it until late night at about ten pm.

Usually I’d use music to try and cover the sound, my hands would cover my ears to distort the sound further as I danced around my room clumsily. I didn’t care what moves I made as long as I focused on the muffled music to take my mind off of things.

However tonight had been different.

I’d stood in the darkened hallway and watched their silhouettes in the light that rested on the floor from the open doorway of the living room, their movements threatening towards each other. Pacing back and forth, pointing as they spat violent insults and accusations at one another.

There was at least one respectable thing about them, despite me being an adult they tried to keep their arguments concealed from me and would stick to the boundaries of that single room to hold their disagreements, as if that room was sound proof to the rest of the world.

I never understood why they didn’t at least close the door, obstruct the doorway to keep the noise behind the wood. Instead they let the light from the room pool out into the hallway as their voices bounced along the bare walls.

Memories continued to flash violently in my head, I tried to stop it with all my might but it seemed impossible.

Lifting my gaze I looked towards the doorway from the corner of the hallway I sat in, I took in the sight of the bloody trail of footprints that had been left. The blood already congealing against the wooden floor, the sticky substance causing my feet to tack against the floor every time I moved my legs.

A limp, feminine hand now rested in the doorway where the footprints started. Blood dripped from the fingertips and created a pool underneath the palm of her hand.

I remember how she’d tried to block the open wound with that hand, trying to stem the flow of blood.

The look of surprise she’d given me as the knife sunk into her like it would through the softest butter flashed into my mind, her eyes shone with betrayal as she stared into my eyes, questioning why her own daughter had turned on her so violently.

Her mouth hung open unattractively, but the shouting still hadn’t stopped.

Her husband had tried to help her, running to help cover the wound with his own hand. He turned an evil glare towards me and began screaming abuse at me, making the shouting even louder. My eyes stared at him blankly until the pieces of the puzzle fit into place, realization hitting me hard.

It was him; he was the cause of my torment.

The knife had been plunged into his back, how many times I couldn’t remember but it was enough to make him slump over the woman’s body. His blood seeped out onto the floor and coated my feet. Once all movement had seized from the body I’d stepped over him to make my way back to my room, I hadn’t gotten far before a tight grasp caught onto my ankle, which I fiercely yanked away and proceeded further into the darkness without looking back to stare at the pleading face I knew was being pulled.

I had barely made it three steps away when the sound of shouting, crashing and stomping made its way into my ears again.

It hadn’t stopped, why hadn’t it stopped?

I found myself frozen to the spot until I could find the courage to turn towards the living room.

No movement met me as my eyes stared into the room where the two figures lay motionless, cuddling up to each other even in death.

The noises only seemed to grow louder despite the room being still.

I’d sat in the corner hoping that eventually the noise would fade away, my gaze glued to the hand in the doorway, just waiting for the slightest twitch of life.

The weapon lay next to my left foot, the blood coating the weapon was proof enough of what I’d done. Proof that the source of the noise was disposed of.

So why was the yelling still continuing?

I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my head on top of them, covering my ears tightly to block it all out, but it wouldn’t stop.

I’ve been sat like this for hours and silence has still evaded me.

I’ll just continue sitting here in the darkness, rocking side to side with my ears blocked until it all goes away.

Maybe I can block the persistent noise with my own voice.

“Lalala…”

Light 'Em Up by Hell.R.

The sound of their cries was like music to my ears.

The smell of bubbling flesh engulfed the room like the most delicious incense, exclusive to a particular ‘club’ of people.

It was currently only the two females on the bed who were creating such a spectacular sight, but that is only a temporary worry.

At first I hadn’t been sure if I’d doused them in enough gasoline, I should really scold myself for being so doubtful. The balance had to be just perfect, too little and it would be a rather lacklustre burning, too much however would burn too quickly.

I had managed to get it perfect this time around, it had only taken me four previous attempts. I’ll be sure to note this down when I get home.

A lick of flame caused me to step back to avoid being burned myself, I only wanted to watch, not be part of the show myself.

My gaze flicks to the male strapped to a chair beside the bed, tears ran down his cheeks as he struggled to release himself from the binds around his wrists and ankles.

The fire was slowly moving close to him and would soon draw him into its hug.

It had taken me weeks to find the perfect set of people for this spectacular view, I first had to learn everything about them.

I had followed them meticulously, stalking each for a week to get their daily routines, weird little habits and the ins and outs of their lives, even the dirty little secrets they don’t want anyone to find out about.

Such as affairs.

My eyes flickered to the blonde girl to my right, her eyes clenched tight as she screamed in pain, she wasn’t going to last much longer.

It had taken a lot of effort to kidnap that girl and keep her hidden until the opportune moment, neighbours can be surprisingly nosey when something is actually happening that you don’t want them to know, otherwise they’d just leave you to your mundane tasks whilst spying on you through cracks in their curtains.

My next victims were much easier to round up, they were a young couple and had recently moved in together, making my job all the more simpler.

Such a tragic beginning for the new couple, their first week in a new home and their lies have already been exposed, they clearly weren’t prepared for the cleanse.

The fire catches onto his leg and begins to char the fabric of his socks, perhaps teaching him for future references to not wear socks to bed.

His voice soon joins theirs in a chorus of pain and despair and I find myself once again in heaven.

As skin melts away from muscle and bone, the melody of their screams mixed with the fire alarm in the hall is like a symphony. One I wish I could stick around for to hear the encore, but as the distant sound of sirens become closer by the second, I know that the time has come for my portrait to be left for the spectators to find.

However, there is always time for one last bow.

Until the next show.