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The Smile (Horror Story)
This is my first start to a horror story. It starts out gory. Please read it with that in mind.
The Colonel sat in his command chair and could sense the teeth in the dark, jagged bone, devouring. It's pulse throbbed. It lay ready, coiled and hungry
Carolyn wrinkled her nose when she took John's laundry out of the hamper and plopped it into the swirling water of the washing machine. She added a cup of powdered detergent, and then added a cup more, hoping the crystals would work their magic to dissolve whatever horrid bits of much were clinging to them.
Inside, the small rambler the house overflowed with silence. It filled the empty spaces with a slow sticky terror. She hated when John was gone. The air was too thick. Sometimes, even when he was there, she could feel it around her, like the darkness surrounding a campfire. She ignored these feelings the best she could as evening night jitters. That was what John called them anyway. It all sounded so trival when he said that, until she was alone.
She was folding clothes in the dingy little laundry room. It was laundry day, and she was stuck wearing her running shorts that she never ran in and had grown uncomfortably tight across her thighs. She was self conscious of her legs now that she got married. They had plumped up and grown pale from long hours at the bank under layers of silk stockings and business dresses. She had plumped up everywhere she supposed, her breasts dropped freely under a old tight t-shirt as she folded the never ending mountain of laundry.
Above her head, the laundry room light buzzed softly. She could see a small pile of dead bugs through the grimy glass.
She wiped her dark blond hair out of her eyes and continued folding. At thirty, John said she was starting to get some gray poking through her normal dark sandy color. Her breasts felt heavy under the tight shirt and she felt lines of sweat forming around them. She would look like a sweaty cow when he got home she thought miserably.
A kind of chittering sound broke through her thoughts above her head. It was soft at first and easy to ignore. She looked up and saw a fat bloated insect crawling in a lazy circle around the light inside the yellowing fixture.
It had little teeth that clapped open and shut, making a sharp clicking sound. It's eyes were held on long stalks and looked almost human as it peered down from her from inside the grimy light fixture.
She stared at it with a kind of growing horror that seemed to freeze every muscle in her body. Her face twisted into a soundless scream as the air seemed to be sucked out of her lungs.
The chittering sound came again, this time from behind her, and she could hear what sounded like a million little hairs scraping across metal.
This finally broke the spell and she was able to turn her head to see thousand of bugs scurrying through the ac vent set in the corner of the small room, rimmed by yellowed and broken linoleum.
They scurried forward, one taking a large chunk of her big toe, the rest making their way up her calves. She shrieked in pain as she felt them bite deep into her calf muscle. She stumbled for the door and slipped on the slick of blood puddling beneath her. She came down hard on her knees and she could feel them swarm over her back, crawling under her shorts and T-shirt. She shrieked, got up, and could feel several crawling over her scalp. Flailing her arms wildly, she tried to pull them off, their teeth taking the tip of her thumb and biting her pinky down to the bone. She managed to get to her feet again, gripping the knob tightly to the back door, stumbled down the concrete steps as one chewed deep into the inside of her thigh. She rolled over onto her back and felt another one bite through her cheek and into her tongue. Torrents of blood gagged her screams causing her to make a frantic gurgling sound as a face appeared over her, she felt she could almost recognize it. A hard grip surrounded her ankle and she was pulled though the yard towards woods. She struggled weakly, still trying to scream as one chewed it's way into her neck, spraying blood onto the grass, she felt them chew through her eye lids as she slipped into darkness.
The Colonel sat in his command chair and could sense the teeth in the dark, jagged bone, devouring. It's pulse throbbed. It lay ready, coiled and hungry
Carolyn wrinkled her nose when she took John's laundry out of the hamper and plopped it into the swirling water of the washing machine. She added a cup of powdered detergent, and then added a cup more, hoping the crystals would work their magic to dissolve whatever horrid bits of much were clinging to them.
Inside, the small rambler the house overflowed with silence. It filled the empty spaces with a slow sticky terror. She hated when John was gone. The air was too thick. Sometimes, even when he was there, she could feel it around her, like the darkness surrounding a campfire. She ignored these feelings the best she could as evening night jitters. That was what John called them anyway. It all sounded so trival when he said that, until she was alone.
She was folding clothes in the dingy little laundry room. It was laundry day, and she was stuck wearing her running shorts that she never ran in and had grown uncomfortably tight across her thighs. She was self conscious of her legs now that she got married. They had plumped up and grown pale from long hours at the bank under layers of silk stockings and business dresses. She had plumped up everywhere she supposed, her breasts dropped freely under a old tight t-shirt as she folded the never ending mountain of laundry.
Above her head, the laundry room light buzzed softly. She could see a small pile of dead bugs through the grimy glass.
She wiped her dark blond hair out of her eyes and continued folding. At thirty, John said she was starting to get some gray poking through her normal dark sandy color. Her breasts felt heavy under the tight shirt and she felt lines of sweat forming around them. She would look like a sweaty cow when he got home she thought miserably.
A kind of chittering sound broke through her thoughts above her head. It was soft at first and easy to ignore. She looked up and saw a fat bloated insect crawling in a lazy circle around the light inside the yellowing fixture.
It had little teeth that clapped open and shut, making a sharp clicking sound. It's eyes were held on long stalks and looked almost human as it peered down from her from inside the grimy light fixture.
She stared at it with a kind of growing horror that seemed to freeze every muscle in her body. Her face twisted into a soundless scream as the air seemed to be sucked out of her lungs.
The chittering sound came again, this time from behind her, and she could hear what sounded like a million little hairs scraping across metal.
This finally broke the spell and she was able to turn her head to see thousand of bugs scurrying through the ac vent set in the corner of the small room, rimmed by yellowed and broken linoleum.
They scurried forward, one taking a large chunk of her big toe, the rest making their way up her calves. She shrieked in pain as she felt them bite deep into her calf muscle. She stumbled for the door and slipped on the slick of blood puddling beneath her. She came down hard on her knees and she could feel them swarm over her back, crawling under her shorts and T-shirt. She shrieked, got up, and could feel several crawling over her scalp. Flailing her arms wildly, she tried to pull them off, their teeth taking the tip of her thumb and biting her pinky down to the bone. She managed to get to her feet again, gripping the knob tightly to the back door, stumbled down the concrete steps as one chewed deep into the inside of her thigh. She rolled over onto her back and felt another one bite through her cheek and into her tongue. Torrents of blood gagged her screams causing her to make a frantic gurgling sound as a face appeared over her, she felt she could almost recognize it. A hard grip surrounded her ankle and she was pulled though the yard towards woods. She struggled weakly, still trying to scream as one chewed it's way into her neck, spraying blood onto the grass, she felt them chew through her eye lids as she slipped into darkness.