Thematically fitting to the last Chalk Talk, I'd like to share a little horror story that I have written. It's so far untitled, but if you want you can suggest a title. Comments and critiques appreciated.
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He woke up. The room he was lying in was barely lit by a faint green light. He tried to remember where he was until the more relevant question of who he was came to his mind. He had no recollection whatsoever. He tried to discern his surroundings but all he could see in the dim light was a bulky silhouette a few steps away from him. He tried to stand up. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through the room, imprinting the image of a massive crocodile-like monster with short legs, a dark fin on his back and its jaw wide open onto his retina.
Shocked from this view, he fell to the ground again.
He was blinded from the light, his head felt like it was about to burst. For a long moment he just laid there and tried to quieten the pain. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the faint green shimmer that filled the room. He saw that the crocodile was still in its place, somehow unable to move. On its left side there was something large growing right out of the floor. He managed to stood up and took a few cautious steps. As he approached that thing, he realised that it was a giant hand pointing up in a strange gesture as if trying to catch a moth in midair.
He looked around and heared a roaring sound. In the distance the dim light was strangely different, felt less like a veil. He moved toward it and stared at a wall. A flash of light from behind cast his shadow upon the wall. It surpassed all that he had already seen in the past minutes. His arms ended in formless claws, his silhouette was rough, he was bent over like a werewolf and a long, thin tongue hung from his face. He broke down on his knees and this time he asked himself not who he was, but what he was.
His thoughts ran in circles and between all the chaos, there was one thought who just wouldn't leave his mind and repeated itself growing ever more intense. I need to get out of here.
Another roaring sound brought him back to reality. He stood up again. He turned around. Somehow, he felt torn toward the creature with the fin on his back. He moved towards it and another flash of light, brighter than before, imprinted the image of a huge pupil-less eye which must have spanned the entire wall and was covered with hundreds of black vessels. He was blinded and again fell to the floor.
He was struck with fear and his eyes were rendered useless. With the power of desperation, he crawled toward the crocodile. His hand touched its back. It was cold, hard and felt like dead. Regaining his sight he stood in front of it. He now saw that it had not only one pair of jaws, but three. There was a big head with two yaps vertically aligned. Another minor head grew on top of it, facing up, somehow tilted in an odd direction. Suddenly he felt the urge to put his hand between the fangs of this monster. He tried to withdraw his hand but it kept moving. He settled for the lesser evil and reached for the top head. What used to be his fingertips crossed the teeth. Suddenly, he felt and agonizing pain and jumped away from the monster. His right claw was covered with a sticky, black fluid.
A roaring sound interrupted his pain and this time he sat down and covered his face with his arms. A flashing light shone red through his lids. But he managed to keep his eyes adjusted to the dark. His urge to reach into the monsters yaps kicked back in, stronger than before. He surrendered and put his left claw between the jaws he felt most strongly drawn to. There was a clicking noise. In fear he withdraw his arm, which came back ending in a long stump which eradiated a yellow light. If he had a normal, this might have scared him. But somehow he was not too sad to lose his claw. Or maybe, his brain was just incapable to process more of this horror.
In the yellow light, he looked around. He didn't dare to look directly at the gigantic eye but checked the rest of the room. It was empty except for a red-framed face without body that clinged onto a wall. On another wall beneath the source of the green shimmer, there appeared to be an exit. He ran toward it for he could not endure another one of those roaring sounds. His body recoiled from an invisible wall, twisting his right claw in a cruel ankle. He screamed in pain.
When he regained what the horror had left of his consciousness, he moved towards the only other discernible thing in this room. The red-framed faced. As he stood in front of it, it suddenly made a disgusting grimace which turned into an insane laughing filled with desperation. He smashed the stump on his left arm into the face which burst into pieces and cut his lower arm. With the right claw, which still felt moist and sticky, he fumbled into the red-frame. As he pulled his arm out, a single, long nail had grown from his bloody claw.
Once and for all incapable of wondering, his fear led him. It taught him how to survive, how to get the hell out of this place. With his long nail, he scratched the invisible wall. Again and again until his nail scraped over a slight unevenness, a notch in the wall. With all his strength and driven by pure instincts, he rammed his nail into it and tried to use his nail as a lever. Slowly, the invisible wall cracked and a thin slit opened which made him try even harder. The rags around his torso were already soaked in sweat and the pain from his right arm would have made him black out if the fear hadn't numbed his conception of pain already. The gap widened. He put all his strength, more than he ever thought he possessed, into opening the door and the gap cracked open just wide enough to let him fall through and break down in exhaustion.
As he laid on the ground and heard a roaring noise which was considerable more quiet, he calmed down just a little bit, but that was enough for his strained brain to notice his pains and that it was itself aching like hell. And this time, it did indeed black him out.
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