address change

If any of you are still book marked to this page or reading this page, just to let you all know, I changed the address to http://horrormares.blogspot.com, once again, sorry for not telling your first, I'm still working out the kinks and exploring blogger a little to get things fixed up.

This will only be up for today so everyone will know, I'm change thing address.

The Tree man

(A Slender Man fan-fiction)

In the dark forest I see you hiding, the moon is full and the trees do not give you away. But I know you’re there for I know very well that you are the one that took them away, you took them to your wonderland, you took them away from their families and friends, and you took them away from me.

I try to fight but I’m too scared, I try to run but my legs won’t move, why do you continue to make me suffer, and what do you want from me? Why me? WHY?

You hide in the trees watching me, waiting for me; I slowly stand and move for cover; through the forest, past the cabin, up the bridge and down the ditch. I run but I can here you, you’re calling my name, you sound wispy and evil; the sound of a dying victim.

Climbing the ditch, under the old bridge, past the rabbit skins, falling and tumbling as I run in a panic; stumbling to catch my balance and turn behind see you are not where you are. Stopping in my tracks and catching my breath while wiping the sweat off my head, my eyes dart from left to right up and down and I saw only the trees…

What do you want from me?

I see your symbol on the trunk of a tree and one set in with rocks on the dirt. I see your signs that you are coming, so why do you not show?

I hear the wispy mumbles, I run in a panic, my heart pacing fast but my legs are not moving fast enough and my lungs are not taking in enough oxygen. I see my salvation; a place to hide but I start to slow down, everything begins to move slow, the leaves, the wind even my body, my reaction is not fast enough, I try and run but I can hear you again. Your mumbles from your past victims, I hyperventilate trying to move faster, “leave me alone!” I pick up speed! I move like I’m on the track! Everything moves high speed I start to reach my destination, running, running, running is all I can do, the air I breath was filled with fear and hopelessness and then with out looking…it all went black.

“Uh…” the warm taste of blood was in my mouth, my nose was sniffing the Metallic odor that dripped, I looked up and saw a tree branch covered in my blood. I looked to the sky and I saw droplets of rain from the evil black storm clouds, I’m too tired to move, I forgot what was chasing me, my eyes slowly looked to the corner and I see the cabin and I saw the symbol on the door…my eyes widened with fear as I struggled to stand, trying to get off the ground that seemed to have me magnetized to the ground, I see the darkness of the forest and the orange glim of the orange moon on the wet leaves. My breath is heavy and my eyes are dry, my voice sounds Wheezy and my skin shivers from the touch of rain. I can hear the screams and I run.

I run through the forest away from the cabin in your territory, I stay away from the trees as they seem to move and follow me.

The dark lullaby began to echo in my ears and I look to my side and I see…

The black as the plague suit, the figure of a tree, the limbs of slithering snakes, and your face…no…your head, the head as white as a corpse, your not even moving and you seem to be getting closer. I feel the tree’s grabbing at my clothes, the branches wrapping around my legs and arms. I struggle from the grip but it only gets tighter, I see you getting closer and faster, the dark lullaby gets louder and louder. I can’t take it any more as my sanity breaks out and I give a blood-curdling scream. As I see your head coming closer and then…everything. Goes. Whit-

~Never The End…

Red horse

the second seal broke, through the gates came the sound of battle on a horse of red, a armor wearing warrior with a cape of blaze and ash. On his back, slung with the pelt of a bear there hung a great sword of bone and metal, stained with red liquid of thousands. He landed onto the earth with a shattering boom like earth quake, his three deep glowing red eyes stared like laser sights as they peered into the souls of the responsible. 

With his fear skull masked face and light chiming sound of the dog tags around his neck he left the population in silence, until he picked up a silver looking stick from his belt pouch and blew into it making the sound of a dog whistle, from out of know a beast of chaos came to him like the loyal dog it was, with snarling teeth and drooling gums it was larger then any dog you'd ever see. 

The horseman climbed upon the beast and with a "YAH!" they rode off.  He rode off with the sound of pain, chaos and cries, left behind in his insane rampage; the swinging of his sword brought death and destruction. Those who lived, looked upon each other, with hate in the eyes, blame, insult, and violence took love away from once brothers. Neighbors replaced their kindness with hate, sons turned on their fathers, and peace was stripped from the earth and sent ablaze with the inferno.

The rider swung his blood drenched piece of metal towards the distracted who we're too busy fighting each other and pulled out a horrific gun with one single jagged talon. He set his sword back into the sheath on his back and fire his weapon at the walls of buildings, crumbling them down to ground with falling debris crushing bystanders who got in the way.

The Horse man looked upon his work, smoke rose from the fires that were created, bodies lied in dirt and mutilated with bullets, sounds of sirens filled the air and grieving was the only emotion felt by the population who lived to tell the tale.

Mission accomplished…

How Demons Eat

 Through the earths crust I surface, horns and all. My hooves pressing giant craters into the ground, my drooling maw dripping onto your concrete sidewalks, melting in seconds, I look at all of you, the look of fright in your eyes sets me in a craze, seeing you covered in flames like barbeque sizzling over coals.

Like a glazed pigs with a caramel apple shoved in their mouths, surrounded with bake beans, grease drenched baby legs and duck covered in seasoning and cooked in blood all while being slowly roasted over the fires of hell and being rained on by cooking oil. Just makes my mouth water even more at the sight and smell of it.

You start to run, I like it when they run, like a stampede of confused wildebeest being chased by predators, trampling over each other to get away from lil’ ol’ me. I join in on the chase with a wicked grin on my face, and a whipping forked tail slicing and dicing nearby prey. The feeling of the thick chucky red plasma grinding into the ground, into the creases of my hooves is a wonderful feeling. Chasing you all down the streets, ramming and running you all over with a look of satisfaction; blood splattering over my face, the smell of metallic liquid gives me pleasure.

Breaking spines, under the weight of my hooves, impaling bodies like kabobs with your stomachs and intestines hanging off like party streamers on walls or boas off trees. My head thrashes from left to right like a bull, painting streets and walls red with your blood. The streets let out squishes and squirts from the puddles of blood and piles of organs, I continue to hear the screams of running bodies of flesh, I can’t help myself, I must continue. Dashing ahead of the crowd and skidding like a metal transportation object I look hungrily at the crowd, getting a buzz out from looking at there scared little faces, even listening to the roaring buzz in my throat, small metal teeth poker through my throat each one showing and then disappearing; continuing in a endless cycle. The sound of coughing haggis echoes from my throat, the sight of an elongated object roughly slides out of my mouth, resting on my incisors making sparks between my teeth of the rough iron teeth and my own bright white fangs.

In your confusion, you question what is real anymore, but before you have time, you are interrupted by the roaring buzz of the cycle of metal teeth again, a small sparkling show appears from my mouth; with a slight smirk, I charge full speed with the “lance” in my mouth. The screaming begins again, which makes me pleased. Swinging my mechanical shredding tongue around, human corpses fly into the air like meaty rag dolls. Just for the hell of it, I smash a few humans with the buzzing teeth spinning object and cut them in hath! The sounds of crushing bone, moist organs flopping around like rubber and blood splashing, and spreading around like a can of red spray paint. Oh what a sensation this is, the feeling of blood between ones fingers and the rush of killing. I can only imagine how far I could take this.

The whole city is painted crimson, the drains flow like rivers, corpses lay the streets, torn to shreds, unknown to which limb belongs to which body, bones broken, skulls shattered, guts ripped from the carcasses of the same bodies, brain splattered into grey watery matter. Rubbery chunks ripped apart and every body dyed red.

I wish I would get out of the habit of playing with my food, but then again, some habits are too fun to break…