Cannibal Jones
Stories (5/0)
Manning
Chapter Two: Red Snow Freedom Part Three: Secret Door Inside the old house covered in sleet, Casey Jetsom’s found something new. Not like yesterday. All day yesterday he was putting up old clothes, cleaning out the kitchen appliances, sweeping and mopping, going through old boxes of crap, well... not all of it was crap. He had found some books he figured he’d need, being here without electricity, and went through a lot of old family albums. At best he knew half the people… at best. And now, here in front of Casey, is the only thing to throw him for a loop. A secret door. The whole wall of one of the bedrooms could slide about three feet if you pulled it just right, which he did, and now the exposed door is laughing at him. It’s only a matter of time before you open me and you know it. Might as well do it now. You know a secret this good can’t die.
By Cannibal Jones5 years ago in Horror
Blue
Chapter Two: Red Snow Freedom Part One: Riders On The Storm Casey Jetsom drove and the house waited. It’s 1972 on a dark and stormy night. There’s no need to look in the mirrors, there’s no one here. No one except Ozzy. He’s curled-up, like a black panther, in the passenger seat floorboard. Casey turns up the radio as "Inna Gadda da Vida" plays. There it is… there’s the mood we’ve been searching for. Casey pulls out a joint, one he’s been saving since supper. Just waiting for the day to pass and hit that moment when it’s time to replay and reflect on the day’s events. Casey takes a hit and Ozzy purrs. There’s a girl standing there…
By Cannibal Jones5 years ago in Horror
Crows
Chapter One: Enter the Owl Kashshaptu Part Two: The Old Cabin Henry closed the car door and was immediately soaked with buckets of rain. He wanted to look up in the trees at the owls but found it impossible without the headlights on. The wet leaves were nearly knee-high as he continued toward the cabin door. Now that he was at the door, he could see a faint glow coming through the cracks of the boards. This was a terrible cabin. How has it lasted this long? he wondered. He knocked three times. A couple seconds of silence passed for eternity. Then a voice cracked over the thunder…
By Cannibal Jones5 years ago in Horror
Blew Away
Chapter One: Enter The Owl Kashshaptu Part One: Idle Gossip The year is 1960. Henry and Rachel Wells are driving down one of the many dirt roads of Grimwood. The radio is silent as are the Wells. Their youngest son was found dead in the woods two weekends ago. They’ve only lived in Grimwood a few years now, and misery seems to be the only thing God holds in store. They sit quiet and still, staring ahead at the next curve. They left their oldest, Martin, at home. He can’t be a part of what’s to come. Henry is a smart man. He knows the idle gossip of small towns, but, desperate times… yada, yada... He keeps thinking what if that old drunk was right? He can’t continue not knowing, and Rachel, well, she’s dead, too. She talks from time to time, but she’s emotionless. She acts as though she’s in a dream. They’ve been driving silent like this for almost an hour. The silence seems to be screaming at them. The death of their youngest son, Daniel, was just too violent to think of anything else. He’d been ripped apart, just a bloody mess that scarcely looked human. The police said it looked like an animal attack, maybe a coyote or bobcat, but what kind of animal would leave him there like that? He wasn’t even eaten. Henry doesn’t consider himself very religious, and yet he admits the air is evil out here. And there is definitely something wrong with today. The sky is grey with thick rain clouds, and the lightning is growing steadily worse.
By Cannibal Jones5 years ago in Horror
Grimwood
The fear held him there, frozen. Even the voice in his head had become a hushed whisper. The moon had just begun to shine brilliantly into the ebon night, but all he could see were those dead, yellow eyes. He was too scared to even breath aloud. The coyote let a growl escape to express his exasperated confusion. That growl was just enough for Daniel to gain some mobility back into his legs. He slowly stepped backwards with his arms outstretched behind him, feeling for the ladder of the hunting-stand. The dead leaves crunched under his foot. The coyote's growl grew louder as it lowered its body, preparing to leap. Daniel could all too easily imagine those curved teeth keenly sliding into his flesh and tearing off gushy chunks. The adrenaline forced a very primal scream, tearing through Daniels throat, "Rrrreeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" The coyote paused, seeming to ponder if this next meal would pose much of a problem. Please dear God, Daniel thought, if you could just get me out of one more mess... I promise to help everyone and to always keep my room clean. The coyote took a single step back. Yessss, Daniel rejoiced a little in perfect silence, That's it!
By Cannibal Jones5 years ago in Horror