carlee and harriet at halloween

a seasonal spooky story written by me and my internet buddy, harriet...

part one : the stagnant air is becoming overwhelming, overpowering, almost horrifying. it is cloying, wrapping itself around us, layer on layer, like old potatoes or tainted beef jerky, like rotten eggs, like decayed flesh...

part two : i'm aware of nothing but the ghastly vision bowling towards me, and a sweeping sense of coldness which is overwhelming. the tormented child careers towards me, her one remaining arm extended imploringly...

part three : i fetch a pair of latex gloves, the sort surgeons use, and try the best i can to clean up the hideous lump of meat. i try to rub it clean, but it begins to disintegrate and strands of flesh start to come away in my grip...

part four : a sick, acid taste is in my mouth, my jaw is clenched hard and my eyes are staring, staring, staring at anything, anything other than what i have just seen. for i have just seen a skull...

part five : harriet's eyes light up, and i take her to my bedroom. as she watches intently, i open the closet door and lay our costumes on the bed: a derby hat, black leather body suit, tweed sport jacket with black trousers and a pair of expensive black riding boots...

part six : a phosphorescent glow begins to hang around the panther, pulsing menacingly, alternately fading and brightening. i saw this before, in the slaughter house, and with a sickening clarity i know what is happening. weaver morgan appears before us...

part seven : an incredible, ear-shattering explosion assails us, knocking us off our feet and sending us head over heels, tumbling into the abyss of uncertainty. gasping, and aware of an ache in my ribs...

part eight : the heat from the fire is so intense it feels as though it is melting me, my skin stretching and twisting on my bones. harriet and i watch in horror as the yellow and blue flames scorch into the night sky. the physicality of the fire is terrifying, confirming that our nightmare is real...

part nine : a hideous, almighty wail rents the air, prolonged and unforgiving. it is one extended shreik of pain which comprises a million moments of despair, and it is the most desolate sound i have ever heard...