Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

Day 1

Under careful observation, my son isn't acting his usual self anymore. This is so obvious now. My wife is clueless to how to help him. He has become sullen, withdrawn and communicates in grunts and deep moans that originate in the base of his throat. What worries me most is the cuts on his arm and neck. He's been losing weight for a while now. The only thing he will eat now is meat. Not just any meat, but raw meat. I've heard the choking sounds coming from his room as he brings his dinner upstairs and eats. I can hear the stomping on the floor from downstairs as he gags and retches, trying to keep the raw meat down, without vomiting.

His eyes have become bloodshot and his lips have turned blue. The dried blood of the steak is pasted around his mouth. We just don't know what to do with him.

I've caught him more than once, eyeing up his mother. The looks he would give her, as if an animal was watching his prey, ready to pounce. Too often has he stood outside our door as his mother is changing her clothes. Whatever he's doing, he is listening and watching. He won't listen to me.

There is no light coming from his room, after dark. He almost seems to dance around his room at night. With each thump on the floorboards, a low grunt can be heard.

He stopped going to school a few weeks back. We almost keep him in this house as a caged animal. We don't know whats wrong with him.

Day 2

We aimed to bring one of our sons friends over. Elizabeth, my wife, suggested it would be a good idea to pull our son out of whatever funk he is in.

Sadly, his friend never showed. Not that our son cared. He seemed to be less jumpy and more spaced out today.

In the afternoon, he bit me. It all happened in slow motion, it seemed like. I could see his teeth come protruding out of his jaw and sink into my flesh. As his canines dug into my flesh, his eyed gazed up at me and reminded me, for a second, of when he was a baby.

It was a struggle to pry him off my arm. After he had bitten me, he entered into a catatonic state of not wanting to move. He had finally hurt someone, other than himself.

I had lifted him up to his room when he appeared non responsive to any external stimuli. There he sat all night..not making a sound.

The next morning, we were awoken by scratches at the hall door. Scratches at the door, like a cat furiously trying to get indoors.

The scratching at the door was becoming more intense. It was early morning at this stage and the sun was beginning to rise.

We didn't own an animal of any kind and our nearest neighbour was 10 miles away.

The scratching was unrelenting and desperate. I had run down the stairs, wanting to investigate. As soon as my footsteps were heard on the stairs, the scratching stopped. I opened the door slowly and there he sat, smiling. It wasn't a proper smile though. His eyes were sunken, drained of life and bloodshot. The shape of his mouth was contorted into a snarl.

An animal lay down next to him. The lifeless corpse was that of a cat. The stomach of the animal was bitten open and its entrails lay spilled on the doorstep.

This thing, that was starting to not resemble anything human, was panting. It's tongue was hanging out of it's mouth. Every couple of seconds, his head would twitch violently to the right, then to the left.

All the silence must have worried Beth upstairs...

My wife stood behind me, with her hand over her mouth and her eyes glazed over with tears.

She ignored the boy and rushed over to the dead cat, scooping it up with its entrails completely detatching from the body. The guts made a slapping sound as they hit the ground.

As soon as Elizabeth came close to our son, his pupils would dilate and the spastic convulsing would stop. He was still crouched down and started sniffing his mothers feet and legs. She kicked at him and he scurried away into the bushes.

She brought the dead animal inside & wrapped it up and put it inside a cardboard box. She wanted me to bury it.

I was beginning to feel more and more detatched from my son, or 'it' as I had come to refer to him as. He was 13 years of age. We never notified the police about any of this behaviour for fear the police would bring him away from us.

I don't know how long he had been killing animals for but this probably wasn't the first time it had been done. To disembowel the cat took a certain kind of creature. Even if you don't like cats, you couldn't rip one apart with your teeth and leave the entrails spilled out around you.

Nothing could have prepared me for this night we were about to have. We didn't see much of our son for the whole day. He wasn't missing, as such. I would see him every few hours gazing at me from the bushes. All I could see were his eyes and some of his teeth.

My wife suggested i sleep on the sofa downstairs, just in case our son came back in through the front door at some stage during the night. I resisted a bit but I thought she was right, in the end, so i slept on the sofa.
Or atleast, i tried sleeping.

Becoming fearful of our son, I armed myself with the largest kitchen knife we had. I slept on it as I didn't want it taken from my hands by him, if I fell asleep.

I felt vulnerable. I didn't dare go into our sons room...even if he wasn't there.

The window in our sitting room, faced out into the bushes in the garden. It was a very still night. No wind and no rain was heard. Even though I was afraid, I kept my eyes somewhat focused on the bushes. This is where I last saw my son.

A few times until about 3am, I thought I saw the bushes rumbling violently. I would jerk my head up and my eyes would try focusing on the area. I saw nothing. I felt like I was being watched by a monster.

I had a nightmare before waking. I dreamt my son had transformed into a vile beast with twisted features, constanty chattering teeth that grinded as it salivated onto the floor. He had torn his hair out and all that remained was a bloody scalp. Every time the blood dripped near his mouth, his forked tongue would slide out between his crooked teeth and scoop it up. I dreamt it was running towards me, getting larger the closer it appeared. I couldn't run. I awoke slowly, but horrified.

The reality was much worse. I heard the growling of a lion, mixed with the sounds of agonal breathing coming from upstairs, where my wife lay. I felt my body tempreture sky rocket and my throat felt dry. Nothing I could have dreamed of compared to the reality of what was about to confront me.

I swallowed hard and took the knife from out beneath me. I clutched it hard and i bolted upstairs. The door into my wife was closed. I tried to open it but it was locked too. I could hear the laboured breathing of Elizabeth coming from inside. She was trying to say something but couldn't get the words out. There was an intermittent sound of gurgling and sloshing. I pounded on the door. I gurgling grew more desperate. I tried to kick the door in but it wouldn't budge. My helplessness was overwhelming. With all my force and rage I managed to kick a hole in the door. The sounds of someone eating ferociously greeted me, much louder now.

I got down on my knees and looked through the hole. The room was dark. Yet, I could see one thing. Those red eyes in the corner of the room. There it stood. In the corner of the room the low growls of a beast with dark red eyes that never blinked once.

I had to get in there. I stood back two steps and smashed the door out of the frame. I stood in the doorway, with the knife in my hand. This creature not moving from the corner of the room. I turned on the light. The sight of blood greeted me. I looked, in an instant at my wife first. She was naked. Her nightie was torn and ripped up at the end of the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart and blood seeped from her vagina. She had a hole in her throat that flowed with blood, down her body. Everytime she gurgled, more blood would spurt out of her neck.

She reached a hand out to me. Her eyes were red from crying profusely. I took a step towards her and as I did the creature gritted its teeth together and made a low moan. As if protecting its kill, It tried to get me to leave by swiping at me. Hands that were once human, now looked animalistic. Nails now looked as claws. Its skin was grey and eyes were sunken far back inside its head. It's head looked about 3 times the width of a humans head.

It must be killed. I edged my way away from my wife and towards the creature. It walked on all fours now. I suddenly jumped at it and tried to stab it in the side of the neck but it evaded this. It wrapped its teeth around my forearm and drew blood into it's mouth. I dropped the knife and shouted out. I grabbed it by the neck with my other hand and squeezed as hard as I could. The harder I squeezed, the more it sunk its teeth in. My will to destroy this thing was growing in strength. It let go of my forearm and fell back onto its back. As the claws on its feet slashed my torso, I dug my fingers deep into its eyes. I pushed down and pierced the eyeballs. I pushed further and hit something solid. It's feet stopped slashing at my stomach and it relented, letting me kill it. I took the knife and plunged it into its skull, several times. Skull fragments were being broken. It lay there, lifeless and limp. I looked at my wife, barely alive.

She told me to kill her. I could see a mass of flesh around her vagina. It had eaten a gaping hole inside her. I took her by the hand and kissed it. I was shaking all over. I didn't want to see her suffer. She looked so pale. She grabbed the knife, with my hand on it...