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Killing the Addiction – Horror Style

The constant sound of dripping woke him from his dreamless sleep. His eyes had a hard time adjusting to the small amount of light in the room. It was as if he was in a room of crimson red curtains, and the ceiling dripped its red paint onto the floor.

When he fully awakened, the smell of copper hit him full force nearly gagging him. He looked around trying to find something that would jog his memory as to where he was. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up with no idea where he was or how he got there, and this would be an item on his long list of ‘things not to do again’ that he never looked at.

He slid his body to the edge of the wall mounted metal bed and put his feet on the floor. The floor was sticky and semi-wet. Where are my shoes? he thought to himself as he raised his foot away from the floor.

He looked down at his foot and saw the crimson paint dripping from it back to the floor from which it came. He wiped part of the crimson away from his foot and wiped it on his pants. He looked back at his hand and brought it closer to his face. The smell of copper was originating from the paint itself.

Some of the crimson got on his lips when he smelled the paint, and instinct kicked in by licking it. The taste woke him up full force. It was not paint that he tasted, it was blood.

His heart began to race as he tried to remember what happened the night before. The last thing he remembered was popping the last of his xannies and drinking a fifth of Jack. Someone was with him last night though.

It was as if there was a shadow in the back of his mind that wouldn’t step into the light. If he remembered who it was, then he could call them and ask them what was going on. He was scared to call the cops, there was something urging him not to do so, but he couldn’t tell what.

His eyes, finally adjusted, could see dim light filter through a small window. He stood up and walked to the window, his feet making suction sounds as he walked through the sticky wetness. He looked out the window to see a concrete wall, painted a bright yellow with a lamp hanging over it. He stepped away from the window to see what else was in the room with him.

He looked to find a door or another window, but found nothing of the sort. As he started to panic, he noticed something under the bed he was lying on. The bed itself was suspended in the air by wires on each side, with one of the edges bolted to the wall. Under the bed was something that he couldn’t make out. He almost made it to the bed before his foot slipped and he fell into the sticky blood. A small light was under the bed, but covered by the shadowy item.

As he grabbed the item, he felt something solid under the softness of what felt like cloth. He pulled out the cloth and whatever else was there, and screamed. The head of someone came with the clothing, eyes unfocused and staring at him. The face of his pills dealer was pale, void of blood and meaning. The night’s memories came back to him as quickly as the head fell back.

He left his house to get more pills from his dealer. He had 20 bucks which meant he couldn’t buy the good shit this time. As he walked to the dealer’s house, someone pulled up beside him in a nice luxury car.

“You heading to the pill head?” a voice asked him as he continued walking.

“Mind your own business dick.”

“If you are, I’ve got a hundred dollars for you if you can get him to come outside so I can talk to him. I need some too.”

A wad of green flew out of the window without seeing the hand that threw it.

I unfolded the wad and found a crumpled hundred-dollar bill. “And all I have to do is have him come outside to see you?”

“That’s all you have to do.”

I nodded as we approached the dealer’s house and walked up the stairs. I knocked on the door, using the coded knock he taught me so long ago, and he opened it. “Hey man, I need some xannies. I got a buck twenty…that’ll get me a couple dozen, right?”

The man nodded and looked behind me at the waiting car. “Oh yeah, and some guy wants to talk to you. He needs some too. He gave me that buck to tell you to talk to him.”

The dealer looked up and down the deserted street and shrugged. He walked down the stairs after handing me a baggie of pills. I counted them out as he bent down to talk to the man in the car. 26 pills…that’ll get be through tomorrow for sure. I won’t need them after tomorrow. I’m quitting the pills.

The dealer walked back toward me and smiled at me. “Hey this guy wants to give us a thousand a piece if we help him play a prank on his buddy at a warehouse in the industrial park. You in?”

My mind immediately started calculating how many xannie bars that could buy. “Done.”

We both climbed in the man’s car and found ourselves surprised when we saw we were alone. The doors locked as we pulled away from the curb.

“Good evening gentleman.” a voice said through the speakers in the car. “I want to play a little game. For this game, I have to give you both a taste of your own medicine.” The back of the car smelled like chemicals before the voice spoke again. “What you are breathing in is a psychotic. It seems you both are quite fond of antidepressants and antipsychotics, so let’s see what happens when you take the reverse. It’s quite a fun game, and I hope it plays out the way I would like it too.”

I looked over at the dealer as he fell toward the door in a limp slump. “You should both be passing out any time. We’ll talk again soon.”

I had passed out before I knew it and I woke up in a room with no door and only a small window with a bright yellow painting. There was a loud chug-chug-chug in the room and when my eyes finally adjusted I could see the limp form of someone in the corner. They, too, soon woke up. When they raised out of the corner, I could see they had a knife and was heading towards me. I ran around the room before I tripped over the thing that made the chugging noise. It was a chain saw. The man was still chasing after me with the knife in his hand. He slashed at me as I picked up the chain saw.

He cut into my arm before I pulled the trigger to spin the sharp chain. The man screamed as the chain bit through his chest. The chainsaw ripped through the other side near his arm and started digging into it too. Blood sprayed everywhere and yet the man was still slashing at me with his knife.

I kept bring the chainsaw back to the body over and over before I let go in horror. The chainsaw fell to the floor with a thud, killing its chugging.

The voice spoke up again, “You kept saying you wanted to quit taking pills from this guy…and now you will. Congratulations, you won the game. Your prize will come soon enough.”

I crawled to the bed and curled up into a ball, crying myself to sleep before waking up without the memory.

The Storm’s Memory

It is the 7th day into our voyage across this unnamed sea. The storm clouds are above us, threatening to come down at any moment. The captain is yelling orders as the West winds start to pick up, telling his crew to take down the sails. Being the only non-crew member on the ship, I have not a hint of an idea why they are pulling down the sails.

One would think the faster winds would push our sails harder, making us go faster than normal, but alas I’m not a sailor. I am but a journal keep, paid by the Queen to take note of the voyage. There has been nothing to note so far in the village except the sickness of my stomach and the waves that worsened it.

This was my first time on a large boat, as a child a storm knocked me out of a row-boat and cast me against some of the shore rocks near my childhood home. I laid upon the beach throughout the storm with my battered body, barely conscious waiting for someone to come gather my body and take me to warmth.

My savior was a seal, which were quite uncommon to see around this area. He laid beside me, giving me warmth as his loud bark went on through several awakenings of my constant passing out. My brother came out to see the seal and ran back inside to gather his spear and knife.

I had not the voice to tell him to leave the seal be, that had he not barked and laid beside me, I would have already passed. My brother came quickly across the shore, the rain pelting making the sand soft and the seal slick.

As my brother reared back the spear to throw, the seal quieted and laid completely still beside me. A new strength came to me to me then, and I was able to lift an arm. I wrapped my arm around the seal’s body allowing the bracelet my brother had made for me show against the dark skin.

It was a long wagon ride to my house, though it was only three hundred paces from where I laid. I hurt everywhere and the seal watched as my brother and my father loaded me into the wagon, strapped down for my protection.

I never saw that seal again, but every time it storms I still think about that day, and how a simple-minded animal had saved my life without any regards to his own. As the rain started to come down, the thunder cracking in the distance, a loud barking came from across the hull. I stood, my sea legs weak, and walked slowly to the edge of the ship.

My savior barked at me, waving a fin at me before diving underwater. This was a story that I will write to the queen, even if she doesn’t believe me.

Should have read the fine print…

“I can’t believe I won!” the man said looking at his lottery ticket.

“Bullshit Frank. Let me see that,” a co-worker said as he tried to snatch the lottery ticket from Frank.

Frank stepped back involuntarily as his friend tried to snatch the ticket. Instinctively Frank pulled the $500 million dollar lottery ticket to his heart. In the back of his mind, he knew he looked like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings but he felt protectant over the ticket.

Looking back at the ticket, he thought about the night before when a stranger approached him at the bar. Frank had just received the news that the melanoma that had intruded his skin turned terminal. The doctors gave him only a few short months to live.

Frank had been going through Chemotherapy and radiation for years. They had thought it was under control until the week prior he started feeling worse than the usual chemo-sickness he encountered. When they did a PET scan they found that it had reached stage 4 and was moving quickly into the unknown status of cancer.

Frank had always lived alone. His wife of 12 years left him while he was at work leaving behind divorce papers and a note stating that she was young enough to have children, and she wanted one so badly that she she would go elsewhere to get it. She didn’t want to defile the marriage and asked for his signature to set her free to be happy.

He signed it with tears in her eyes. He had always told her he would support her in anything that would make her happy. She left everything but her clothes in the house, and Frank was reminded of her in every room. He quickly sold every piece of furniture, ripped out the carpets, repainted and put down hardwood in hopes his mind wouldn’t focus on the, now non-existant, reminders.

The stranger that approached him the night before slid a lottery ticket toward Frank, who had just downed his 5th mug of beer. The bartender had already heard about Frank’s sad news and knew the man only had a few months ahead of him. Frank looked at the lottery ticket and picked it up. The stranger smiled at Frank with his too white teeth and patted him on the back.

“That, my friend, is tomorrow’s winning lottery ticket. If you agree to my terms it is yours to have.” the stranger said in a deep yet soothing voice.

Frank looked back at the blurring stranger and laughed. “There’s no way to tell if that’s the winning lottery ticket but what the hell. I’ll listen to your terms.”

The stranger laughed melodically. “You have me there friend. Let’s do this. If you agree to my terms and take the ticket and you DON’T win, I’ll give you $1 million dollars in cash. I have a contract right here that is already signed by me along with all of my contact information.”

The stranger pulled out a single sheet of paper with the written agreement. The typed paper was blurry and Frank couldn’t make out any of the details. He looked up at the bartender for an answer but he just shrugged.

“Deal!” Frank said as he searched himself for a pen.

The stranger held out a weird looking pen. Once Frank touched it, the contract filled out his signature, contact information, and any other details it asked for, as if it were magic.

“The deal is done, let it not be undone,” the stranger said before he put his pen back in his inside jacket pocket and left. The contract was sitting infront of Frank along with the ticket.

Frank walked to his new supervisor, who had proven to be a backstabbing asshole, and flung his badge at him yelling, “I QUIT”

The man opened his mouth in shock as Frank walked out of the factory and into his old beat up Ford truck. Frank felt so excited that he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Instead of going home, he drove the 150 miles to the lottery headquarters to be able to cash in his winning ticket. As he pulled into the parking space, the sun was just reaching over the horizon. He had never been as excited as now that he worked a shift where he could see the sunrise.

As Frank waited for the employees to start coming in, he drifted off to sleep. What seemed like a few seconds later, someone tapped on his window. With groggy eyes he looked at the stranger from the night before.

Frank excitedly rolled down his window to talk to the stranger.

“You were right! The ticket was a winner! $500 million dollars!”

The stranger nodded while smiling. “Now, for the repayment. I need your soul.”

The stranger unlocked the door and pulled Frank out of the truck. Frank let go of the winning ticket to fight off the stranger. Frank tried to kick the man between the legs but the stranger just smiled, “You have to be alive to feel pain Frank.”

The smile the stranger wore turned into a menacing grin. The ground opened up beneath them as Frank and the stranger fell into hell. Frank’s last view was the ground filling back in and his last thoughts were of the contract he didn’t read.