The Rake
I woke up in the middle of the night to those empty glowing eyes at the foot of my bed for the third time this week. That hairless body halfway onto my bed. I remember the cold sweat running down my face. The way my body shook with fear. I remember the shrill shriek of its voice. I remembered a story my father told me. I will tell you the way he told me. First we saw the blood. It was splattered over the leaves and trees still wet and glistening. Then we heard the forest come alive with animals that shouldn't even be awake. Then the deer not whole deer but parts of them a body here a leg there. This wasn't a predator this was done for fun not for food. Then the animals running towards us when these animals usually run from us. Then we wandered into the clearing and saw the old church at the top of a hill. We approached the door and we could here it wheezing and crunching on what it had killed. Grandpa had the shotgun me a bowie knife and 22 rifle. He opened the door to see it crouched in the corner over the carcass of a coyote. We could hear the crunching and wheezing of the creature eating. I took a step and landed on a creaky board. The creature turned and looked at me with its dead white glowing eyes. It shrieked and lunged for me. I fired and hit the creature it barely seemed to notice. It lunged again and this time grandpa fired hitting it square in the chest. The creature hit the wall and slumped to the floor and we took that moment to run. We ran and we ran and we ran and it somehow still followed us all the way to Grandpa's buddy's house. A cabin in the woods. I got to the driveway but Grandpa had fallen behind I heard three shots then nothing. Grandpas friend came a second later with his gun and a few more friends. At that moment Grandpa burst out of the forest bleeding heavily his gun was gone his flannel shirt torn almost into thread he limped up to us and we brought him inside and locked every door. There was a crash from upstairs and we all turned to see the creature running down stairs the hallway we slammed the door closed and aimed our guns as the creature slammed itself into the door over and over again. We called the police and animal control to get this thing out of the house but when they showed up it was gone like it had vanished into thin air. This thought took only about 60 seconds to occur because at that time The Rake ran. I heard it smash through a window and I waited ten minutes before getting up and making a cup of coffee. I never saw the creature again.
I woke up in the middle of the night to those empty glowing eyes at the foot of my bed for the third time this week. That hairless body halfway onto my bed. I remember the cold sweat running down my face. The way my body shook with fear. I remember the shrill shriek of its voice. I remembered a story my father told me. I will tell you the way he told me. First we saw the blood. It was splattered over the leaves and trees still wet and glistening. Then we heard the forest come alive with animals that shouldn't even be awake. Then the deer not whole deer but parts of them a body here a leg there. This wasn't a predator this was done for fun not for food. Then the animals running towards us when these animals usually run from us. Then we wandered into the clearing and saw the old church at the top of a hill. We approached the door and we could here it wheezing and crunching on what it had killed. Grandpa had the shotgun me a bowie knife and 22 rifle. He opened the door to see it crouched in the corner over the carcass of a coyote. We could hear the crunching and wheezing of the creature eating. I took a step and landed on a creaky board. The creature turned and looked at me with its dead white glowing eyes. It shrieked and lunged for me. I fired and hit the creature it barely seemed to notice. It lunged again and this time grandpa fired hitting it square in the chest. The creature hit the wall and slumped to the floor and we took that moment to run. We ran and we ran and we ran and it somehow still followed us all the way to Grandpa's buddy's house. A cabin in the woods. I got to the driveway but Grandpa had fallen behind I heard three shots then nothing. Grandpas friend came a second later with his gun and a few more friends. At that moment Grandpa burst out of the forest bleeding heavily his gun was gone his flannel shirt torn almost into thread he limped up to us and we brought him inside and locked every door. There was a crash from upstairs and we all turned to see the creature running down stairs the hallway we slammed the door closed and aimed our guns as the creature slammed itself into the door over and over again. We called the police and animal control to get this thing out of the house but when they showed up it was gone like it had vanished into thin air. This thought took only about 60 seconds to occur because at that time The Rake ran. I heard it smash through a window and I waited ten minutes before getting up and making a cup of coffee. I never saw the creature again.
The bottomless ball pit
I have worked as a manager at one of those family entertainment things for three years. You know those places with the ball pit and indoor playground where parents take their kids so they can get a break. While I have worked here I have noticed something fairly odd and it's the reason I don't let anyone clean the ballpit and why I fire people after only a few months of working here. Its because they start to get, to say the least a little weird. My first year I didn't notice it but as time passed and the next year came I started noticing things that were off. Kids who didn't belong, kids who never came in but were somehow there still there acting like a normal kid. I was finding things that were horrific in that ball pit. Animals traumatized and with stitched wounds, healed amputations on squirrels and mice, but most horrific wasn't a wound it was a rat that had a ball in its stomach but the ball was bigger than the rat itself. That unnerved me. After another period of time for me puzzling over where these kids came from and how they got in and the weird things in the ball pit. I realized something the kids come from the ball pit. THE BALL PIT. Of all places on earth the kids come from the ball pit. So I tried to empty it. I filled one bin with balls, then two, then three bins bottom to brim with the balls and then my head started to hurt, and my ears started to ring, and my nose started to bleed. So I ended up dumping all the balls back into the pit and going home. The next day I fired all the workers because they were starting to be afflicted with the staring at the ball pit. A new set came in the week after. Then a lady from the week before came in very worried. No not worried anxious. “I STAYED AND WAITED FOR YOU TO LEAVE LAST NIGHT” she yelled “YOU NEVER DID I KNOW YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING” she was frantic. I ended up calling the police. I never saw her again but I did find her shoe. In the ball pit. And that was it for me I quit the next day. And I hope to god no one has to go through what I went through. And whatever lives at the bottom of that pit is left alone.
I have worked as a manager at one of those family entertainment things for three years. You know those places with the ball pit and indoor playground where parents take their kids so they can get a break. While I have worked here I have noticed something fairly odd and it's the reason I don't let anyone clean the ballpit and why I fire people after only a few months of working here. Its because they start to get, to say the least a little weird. My first year I didn't notice it but as time passed and the next year came I started noticing things that were off. Kids who didn't belong, kids who never came in but were somehow there still there acting like a normal kid. I was finding things that were horrific in that ball pit. Animals traumatized and with stitched wounds, healed amputations on squirrels and mice, but most horrific wasn't a wound it was a rat that had a ball in its stomach but the ball was bigger than the rat itself. That unnerved me. After another period of time for me puzzling over where these kids came from and how they got in and the weird things in the ball pit. I realized something the kids come from the ball pit. THE BALL PIT. Of all places on earth the kids come from the ball pit. So I tried to empty it. I filled one bin with balls, then two, then three bins bottom to brim with the balls and then my head started to hurt, and my ears started to ring, and my nose started to bleed. So I ended up dumping all the balls back into the pit and going home. The next day I fired all the workers because they were starting to be afflicted with the staring at the ball pit. A new set came in the week after. Then a lady from the week before came in very worried. No not worried anxious. “I STAYED AND WAITED FOR YOU TO LEAVE LAST NIGHT” she yelled “YOU NEVER DID I KNOW YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING” she was frantic. I ended up calling the police. I never saw her again but I did find her shoe. In the ball pit. And that was it for me I quit the next day. And I hope to god no one has to go through what I went through. And whatever lives at the bottom of that pit is left alone.
