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Rise of the night creatures By TM Badowski
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RISE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES Little Finny had one eye dangling by a thread, but he was the most beloved creature to a seven year old boy. The toddler would play with his teddy bear in the nursery and talk to it and they had some good conversations. This little boy had no friends, so he spent most of his time indoors. He ran about the manor, played hide, and seek with his older sisters. One night, he heard his father screaming and went to check on the commotion. Then he heard it, the distinct sound of father's chainsaw. The boy ran into the hallway, peered over the balcony that overlooked the indoor pool and watched his father attack mother. He sawed her in two and he kicked her halves into the pool, filling it with a scarlet hue. The water engulfed as much of her as it could. Father turned off the chainsaw and glanced up. He looked surprised at first, but then he lowered his eyebrows and became stern. "Go away, son. I'll be there in a minute to put you to bed." He ordered in a strict tone, and then walked away out of sight. The little boy couldn't see where he went, but heard the chainsaw start up again and blood curdling screams worst than that of his mother followed. He could hear his father laughing manically; he could hear the chainsaw's teeth biting flesh and bone. The little boy could only guess it was one of his sisters now being attacked. The toddler ran back to the nursery and slammed the door. In the shadow of a lit candle he hid by the crib until the noises stopped. Then there were those footsteps, arriving angrily, heavily, and eagerly. They stopped outside the door. The little boy brought his knees close to his chest and held dearly onto Finny, who didn't seem worried at all by all of this. The doorknob jiggled violently then halted. The moment felt like some ghost trying to get in or the ugly creature that hid in children's closets but only struck after bedtime. Then the door flung open and his father stepped in, his hair was dishevelled, he was soaked in sweat and painted in ruby wetness. His chainsaw was red with the family's blood and decorated in shards of skin. "Where are you?" He whispered harshly and noticed his son on the floor. The tone that came next was almost welcoming. "Ah, there you are. It is time, so put your toy away and come here." The little boy kissed his teddy, got to his feet so he could place it in the crib, and the chainsaw started up again... BACKGROUND You recall that night you decided to take a shortcut through the back alley at 3AM when the street was dead of traffic. You just left your job at Zailee's Bar and you, being the bartender, finally packed up and started for home. A dark entity slammed into you and you thought either a mugger wanted your wallet or you were going to be murdered. Whatever it was it bit deep into your right forearm and drew blood. Your head slammed into the brick wall and you passed out for a couple of minutes. When you came to your wallet was still in your back pocket but now there was a nasty bite mark on your arm. Fearing for the worse you hailed down a cab and went to the nearest hospital. Once in the ER they stitched you up, asked many questions and even get the police involved. You couldn't give much detail since it was dark and you couldn't see the face of your assailant. What damage was done to your arm was indeed like a dog bite and the nurses were confused as to why you think a mugger would have attacked you. You know it was a human, you're not stupid. It was probably some deranged lunatic. Either way they sent you home and when you finally plopped on your bed, you woke up two hours later in a sweat and slight fever. There was a rotten odour coming from your wound and it has bled through the bandages. You took off the dressing to examine the marks and noticed that it has stopped bleeding and although delicate to the touch (hurts like hell) it healed rather quickly. You got up, washed your face and noticed your eyes were severely bloodshot and your fingernails grew some since your nap. That day you stayed home and vegged out in front of the TV. When it was time to go to work all that was left to the wound were the bite marks and a bruise around it. That night you worked, making your famous cocktails and shooters, and when it was time to leave, you went back down that dark alley hoping to meet your attacker but there was no one. That night your fever worsened and in your living room, you felt a pain in your gut that didn't go away. You thought you should call an ambulance but at that second your fingernails started to grow longer and hair leaked out of your flesh. Hollering in pain and falling to the floor, a snout burst through your mouth and ripped your face into two parts. Your blood spilled all over the carpet and flesh exploded against the wall as the wolf inside you broke free. That night, you transformed into a vicious creature of the twilight.
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