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Visitor from Hell – A short story

I do some work for fiverr. I posted my earlier successful poem “The Minotaur” which became my most successful post to date with 728 views.

This time I was asked to write a personalized horror story.  I overshot the word limit, but I don’t think she minded.  I thought I would share it with you.

Oh, and there should be trumpet fare and all kinds of celebrating, but I wasn’t paying enough attention:  This is my 400th Post!


Visitor from Hell

By Scott L Vannatter


The old, rusty chain must have weighed 80 pounds, Kimberly Heyward was not a tiny woman, but neither was she overly strong.  She pulled the links, sweat pouring down her back and making the flowery white blouse she wore damp and clingy.

She reached the massive door and dropped the metal rope to the floor with a ringing noise that echoed across the huge empty hallway.  Kimberly stopped and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.  Flinging the droplets downward, she reached up and struggled to shut the opening by pushing the wooden portal across the stone.

The aperture creaked and groaned as it swung on its iron hinges.  The final closure sounded off through the towing room like a cannon.

Kimberly knew she couldn’t stop; she had to go or else the unimaginable would happen.  The demon could not get into the protected room once it was sealed.  Her family may have all been killed by this hellish thing, but she did not intend to give it the pleasure of completing its mission.

She said back, exhausted, in the newly-found quiet of her fortress.  Only three more hours until midnight and the black devil would be forced to return to the abyss it had been accidentally summoned from.  Kimberly swore to herself that she would never play with old books again, especially when they dealt with black magic.

A sickly laugh brought her to her feet.  Her eyes scanned the room, coming to rest on a moving shadow in the corner of the ceiling.  “It’s here!” she thought.  “It’s allowed me to lock myself in with it.”  She fought to keep panic from making her lose consciousness.  She had to think.  Her grandmother had taught her to never give up; never give in.  She would fight until she could no longer stand.

The shadow flapped its leathery wings and dropped to the floor.  Its claws scratched the stone as it slowly walked toward her.  Saliva dripped from its lower lip.  Kimberly was unabashedly scared.  She had reason to be.  She had seen the bodies.

The demon stopped about ten feet in front of her.  Its smile was crooked and nasty.  The smell was putrid.  Kimberly swallowed what tried to come back up.  Her brain was going a million miles an hour.  She reviewed everything in her head.

Then, she stopped; she pictured her husband, her son, and her daughter.  She had lost them all.  She had lost them all to this…thing.  Her heart hardened and her resolve set in.  All her fear moved aside, giving room to the new emotion that pulsed within her.  This rage engulfed her entire being and she drew the small ceremonial dagger she had put in her back pocket after the summoning had completed and before the demon had appeared.  She had forgotten it during all the initial fear.

Kimberly took three huge steps, forgetting her fear and panic and launched herself at the creature.  It swung its razor-tipped fingers at her face, grazing her cheek.  She did not feel the wound, but brought the dagger over her head and buried it to the hilt into the hell spawn’s chest.  Deep, dark blackened blood surged from the stab wound.  The creature howled, injured by loving rage almost more than the dagger itself.  It shimmered in the damp air and pulled inward.

The cavernous room shook and a ragged tearing hole appeared behind the demon.  It fell backwards, sucked into the opening and disappearing into the distance.  The opening vanished; the demon gone; the room grew quiet.

Kimberly, alone and victorious, sank to the floor.  The blade slipped from her fingers and aged into dust within seconds.  Her mind, coming to grips with all that had happened and how different her solitary future would now be, accepted the truth slowly, and tears began to issue forth from her reddened eyes.  She wept and sobbed, a winner without joy.

Hooray for Hollywood

October, my favorite month, is here again. I like it because the weather is crisp, cool, and smells so clean. I like it for all the colors and the slight darkness. But, the post today is about other things concerning October: horror movies.

My good friend and fellow blogster, Susie Landau had a great post on this just the other day- See that post here – and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. She made a great list of the classics she grew up with. I move on from year to year in these stories and look for the next best one.

But trailing back a bit, I thought I would share the movies that really bothered me, why they did, and what do I think of watching them! So, sit back, shudder (don’t smile), and peek at a few trailers if you haven’t see these (or, better yet, watch and remember if you have).  They are not in a certain order.  They affected me really hard when I, originally, watched them.

Oh yeah – they are rated “R” – so the clips might be, you know, scary or gross!

1)  Crazies – Scary, intense, and twisted!  Yes!

2)  Human Centipede 1 – I wouldn’t advise watching this unless you are pretty ready for a hard trip.  Intense and rough to watch.  I am not sure you can call it a scary movie, but you need to be ready for it.  I kinda was.  It started bothering me the day after I watched it.

3)  Halloween 1 – 1978 – Yeah, but it was good!  One of the best is that there is no blood.  As far as I remember and from what I read, there is NONE.  Now, to be good and no blood – Special!

4)  Tingler – I watched this as a child.  My dad hid in my bed so when I jumped into it I landed on his arm!  Scared me to death!  Still have some memories!

5)  The Unseen – Another one from my youth.  This one I rated then as the scariest I had ever seen and gave me nightmares.  Unfortunately, there have been several movies by that name and I couldn’t find the one for my particular show.  Sorry!  I do remember that the monster was a brain and spinal cord with eyes and couldn’t be seen.

6)  The Thing (Original) – Probably (yes) one of my very favorite movies.

7)  Dawn of the Dead (2004) Remake – I think this would be my number one pick of all time.  I did not care for the very end, but up to just before that….excellent!

8)  The Day After – Okay, technically, not a scary movie – but, for when it came out and even now if you watch the movie and not the special effects, this was horribly scary (should be even now)

9)  Wrong Turn 1 – Okay, I do give this one really high marks and I absolutely loved it.  It was intense and cool.  But, I gotta be honest, the best thing about it for me is Eliza Dushku.  I just think she is something else.  So, trying to set aside prejudices – I will rate it number … 2

10)  Hostel 1 – Okay, this one really did keep me up at night for awhile.  I hated the foot and the eye parts.  “Nuff said.

11)  Dead Birds – This one is just simply creepy!  I mean creepy!

12) A Nightmare on Elm Street 1 – Great movie!  Great Idea! And Johnny Depp is in it!


Friday Fictioneers – Tangled Web

Friday Fictioneers for September 14, 2012

Searching the Web! Oh, he was so funny he almost wet himself.

Of course, he was so busy trying to joke to keep from crying out that he almost tripped over the body. It was wrapped in webbing. Now, he was scared. There could not really be a giant spider that could wrap a human, could there?

The flashlight just showed cave walls covered in the silk-like substance. He was hyper sensitive right now.  He felt a light touch, then another. The flashlight crashed to the ground, darkness enveloped him as he realized:

not a spider, thousands of tiny ones!


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