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The Swamp Creature From The Murky Puddle

Photo Copyright -B. W. Beacham

Photo Copyright -B. W. Beacham

“This movie sucks. I can see the zipper!” Chuck stood up and headed for the door.

“It’s a B-movie. That’s half the fun,” Marcus called out.

Chuck stopped at the cardboard cutout of the swamp creature in the lobby. “Jesus, you can even see the zipper on this thing.”

“That a problem?”

He turned around to see someone dressed as the creature, complete with zipper. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Unzip it. Or are you chicken?”

Chuck rolled his eyes and yanked the zipper down. The void beyond, pink and full of teeth, salivated at the prospect of a fresh meal.

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. Admittedly, not my best work, but I like it.


Creature Feature: The Rake

There is a creature who exists in many legends. A creature that has terrified countless people in their own homes (and outside them as well). A creature that has a penchant for crouching. As far as I can tell, this creature knows no bounds and can be found worldwide.

The always crouching hominid known as the Rake has limbs jutting out at awkward angles and a shrill high-pitched voice that witnesses say is indescribable.

It is said that this creature moves around on all fours like a dog and lies in wait for victims to pass by in the night–it’s only ever seen at night. The beast is said to make demands that must be met or it will haunt and pester it’s victim relentlessly, sometimes even to the point of death.

One of the major curiosities involving this cryptid is the fact that a lot of information on it was uploaded to the internet in 2003. Then rather quickly all of that information was deleted. There one day, gone the next. No one has fessed up to removing the information so its disappearance is a mystery.

I leave you with a journal entry from a mariner’s log in 1691:

“He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.”

Behold my amazing sketch, and weep at its beauty!

Behold my amazing sketch, and weep at its beauty!


Friday Fictioneers: Bedtime

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Also, I’m starting a couple new things with my blog:

1. Creeptastic Tales: Origins on the 2nd of every month, where I explore the creepy origins behind fairy tales and nursery rhymes. The first post went live earlier this week.

2. Skully’s Reviews on the 10th of every month where I review a horror book and give it a skull (star) rating. Up first is The Bird Eater by Ania Ahlborn.

3. Interviews (I’m still trying to think of a better name) on the 17th of each month where I’ll be interviewing a different author. Horror author Adam M. Booth, author of The End–a lovefest full of coeds and shenanigans… no wait, that’s something else. It’s actually a zombie book from the perspective of a woman trapped inside her own zombiefied body–will be the first to have his brain picked by my gnarled, decaying fingers. If you’re interesting in being interviewed in the upcoming months let me know.

Okay, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way it’s on to the story we go.

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Bedtime

Photo copyright-Kent Bonham

Photo copyright-Kent Bonham

“Don’t leave, Daddy. I’m scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“The giant, metal lizard monster.” Zeak pointed at a dark corner of the ceiling.

Kevin walked to the corner and lifted an arm. Almost immediately he yanked it away screaming. He ran across the room waving a handless arm.

Zeak shrieked.

Kevin popped his hand out the end of his sleeve and laughed. “Chill, little man. I’m sorry. I was just messing with you. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Zeak stared over his father’s shoulder at the yellow eyes that blinked to life in the corner. “You woke it up,” he whimpered.

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This post was written for Friday Fictioneers. Now off with you. Go read the other tales of mystery, intrigue, death, and all that other jazz.

 


VisDare 48: Beneath

This post was written for VisDare 48: Beneath.

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The floor creaked as John’s sneakers crept toward the place where the boards ended abruptly in an inky black pit. Three feet shy of the drop he stopped and leaned forward. Peering into the darkness that had swallowed most of the hallway, he saw only vague outlines of what could have been anything. On a whim, he kicked a splintered board into the hole.

Seconds later the board arced back up and landed at his feet.

What the hell?

His gaze ventured back into the darkness.

A massive, misshapen arm with a gnarled hand nearly as large as his entire body shot out of the pit. Old plaster fell from the ceiling when the hand slammed against it.

The hand clamped down around his head and jerked him down into the dark. John’s screams were cut short by the snapping of bones intermingled with the wet smacking of lips.


Creature Feature: Ya-Te-Veo

There is a monster that purportedly exists on every single continent on this magnificent planet of ours. This creature is not like other creatures, for this creature is a tree. Yes, a tree. However, to say this is a terrifying, horrid tree would not be an overstatement– may in fact be an understatement.

This devourer of flesh is said to have its origins in the depths of the oddity that is Madagascar. Its spores then traveled the world, carried by the missionaries that visited the strange island.

This monster has the ability to live in any environment. Anywhere a tree can grow, the Ya-Te-Veo can grow alongside. Any forest, any jungle, any city park: they’re all possible stomping grounds for this patient beast. It doesn’t matter where you are. If there are trees nearby, the unnerving potential that this thing is close by is higher than I’d like to imagine.

With well hidden, camouflaged eyes it watches and waits until you’re too close to escape, and then it grabs you with its tentacle-like branches. It crushes your bones and entombs you within a barken prison. It opens its mouth, lined with razor sharp teeth. It tears you limb from limb and devours you like the rare delicacy that you are. And then, it goes back to waiting for another foolish enough to venture too close.

The rough English translation of this man eating plant’s name Ya-Te-Veo: “I see you.”

If you find yourself in the unfortunate predicament of being snagged by one of these creatures most foul, you will not escape, so don’t bother praying for that. Instead pray that you’ve been snagged by an adult Ya-Te-Veo rather than a juvenile. Your death will be faster, and likely far less painful. The younger ones don’t quite have the strength to kill you quickly.

You’d do best to just keep your distance from trees in general, just to be sure.

A primative drawing to say the least, but in my defense: it's pretty difficult to make a tree interesting when you've only given yourself 5 to 10 minutes to do a quick drawing.

A primative drawing to say the least, but in my defense: it’s pretty difficult to make a tree interesting when you’ve only given yourself 5 to 10 minutes to do a quick drawing.