**devils Holiday** (The Horror Show)
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An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog.
Sounds from nearby crickets and frogs fade as light footsteps draw close,
then stop.
The fog gets thicker, thicker than before. The odor gets worse, more
concentrated. Your now ingesting an evil toxin.
Violently your shoved to the ground from behind, something pierces
your neck.
Evil memories, pictures of death swirl through your mind,
convulsing, as your body begins to turn.
Suddenly all goes still...
You come to, but not like you once were. Something feels different,
your vision is altered, you see only a crimson red. Motor functions
once average feel almost supernatural.
You died,
revived, rise from death.
You've become a dark death dealer.
A new hunger has emerged
Cattle.
You leap,
splurge,
submerge yourself in the
crimson substance,
riding the bloody waves.
uncontrollable,
relentless in your attacks.
Screams of horror
a mass slaughter.
Your alarm rings soft, minutes later it screams in terror....
I'm awake, I'm awake!!!!
You open the curtain
The sun.......
To be continued........
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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