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Glimpses of Horror - Aaron Bayscaplous
Glimpses of Horror
ISBN 9781312432482
Copyright Aaron Bayscaplous (Standard Copyright License)
Edition First
Published August 13, 2014
Language English
File Format ebook
File Size 265.66 KB
TABLE OF CONTENTS PAGE NUMBER
Chapter 1 A Drop of Silence 6
Chapter 2 A Thief in the Night 42
Chapter 3 An Experiment in Evil 45
Chapter 4 Library of the 4th kind 55
Chapter 5 Scavenger 74
Chapter 6 Sweet Dreams 126
Chapter 7 Time to Play 137
Chapter 8 Looking for Excitement 142
Chapter 9 Crescent Moon 203
Chapter 10 Curiosity 210
Chapter 11 The Horror 260
Chapter 12 Shadows 273
A Drop of Silence
BY
Aaron Bayscaplous
Count 10,829
Don't worry Mr. and Mrs. Scofield, Bradford will be fine.
Cara assured the two
Parents. "Ok but here is my cell phone number and the number where we'll be dining just
in case. Mrs. Scofield said.
I'm sure everything will be fine honey, let's go before we're
late. Mr. Scofield prodded.
Oh, there is food in the 'fridge, and don't let Bradford stay
up past 8:00, and..." Gently pulling his wife by the arm, James Scofield looked at the
babysitter and said "Call us if there is a problem, we won't be too late; dinner and a
movie."
Have a nice time!
Cara called out as the front door closed.
"You didn't have to snatch me out of the house; I just wanted to make sure everything
was alright before we left." Margret Scofield hissed.
"We would have missed the movie and the restaurant would've been closed by the
time you finished. Let's have a nice time for a change Margret."
I guess you're right, I'm too over-protective, I'm sorry James.
It's alright
Mom, I love our son too you know.
"
Cara watched the Mercedes pull off; as soon as they were out of sight she went upstairs
and started running water in the bathtub. Bradford was playing Halo on his PlayStation
III. He was only six, but was already pretty good at it. Cara pulled out her cell phone and
made a call. Hello, they're gone.
Is all she said and hung up. She looked in on
Bradford, then went back to the bathroom and pulled a razor out of her purse, admired the
glint then cut her index finger. She wrote strange symbols on the walls around the
bathtub and on the tub itself; all in her blood. She looked at her watch, it was 7:25. She
figured that the Scofields won't call until about 8:00 or so. After turning off the water she
heard the doorbell ring. They're here. Three hooded figures entered the house, all of
them were dressed in black. Cara closed the door, then one of the hooded figures
asked Is everything ready?
, rubbing his hands together like a fly.
Yes, If I got the runes right, did you memorize the words?
They looked at each other for a tense moment searching each other's eyes looking for a
sign, or a reason not to go through with their plan, it was the last chance to stop. Cara
broke the silence. Come on lets do this!
The Scofields were hugged up close in the theater, buttered popcorn spilling out of the
tub as they jumped at a scary scene in the movie. James knew Margret would get close to
him because she didn't like scary movies, but she watched them with him, he made her
feel safe.
The three hooded figures hid while Cara called Bradford. "Bradford, it's time to get
ready for bed your bathwater is ready." Bradford was engrossed in his game-playing and
didn't hear her. She walked into his room and flicked the lights off and on to get his
attention. "Bradford sweetie, it's time to get ready for bed. Mommy is going to call to
check, so let's be a good boy so when mommy calls she can hear you in the tub ok?"
Bradford looked up at her and shook his head innocently and saved the game before
turning it off. Just as she expected the phone rang at 8:00.
Hello Scofield residence.
Hi Cara, this is Mrs. Scofield checking on Bradford, is everything alright?
He is in the tub getting ready for bed, here Bradford it's mommy!
Cara handed the little boy the phone. Hi mommy I the good boy!
He handed the phone
back to Cara, she could hear Mrs. Scofield coddling Bradford thinking he was still on the
phone. Mrs. Scofield everything here is fine. Are you having a good time?
"Oh yes, that dreadful movie is finally over; James knows I don't like scary movies but I
think he just likes to scare me close to him so he can be my protector. We are about to go
dinning, would you like us to bring you something back?"
No thank you, that's very kind of you but no, you enjoy yourselves.
We will, thank you we'll be back by 10:00 is that ok?
Take your time, Bradford is no trouble at all.
Cara tried not to sound impatient.
"Alright then, help yourself to the 'fridge and don't hesitate to call if there is any problem,
bye-bye. Cara thought she would never stop talking.
Ok guys its time!"
The four of them stood around the tub chanting an ancient summons, to the demon
Avaritia; the demon of greed. Bradford was amused and splashed in the water with his
excitement and shrieked out in laughter. The chant continued in a monotone as they
watched for any changes or sign of the demons coming. Bradford was so excited that he
jumped up to stand in the tub, slipped and hit his head on the faucet, and slid underwater
filling his lungs with water before anyone could reach him. The ritual had ended at the
same time. Oh no! everybody get out I have to call the ambulance and the Scofields!
The ambulance arrived before the Scofields, even though James ran several stop lights
while arguing about who's fault it was. The distraught couple pulled behind the
ambulance; red lights still flashing in a circle, sending a message for all to see that
something was amiss. One of the life-support members slowly approached the half
hysterical couple with his head hanging down, not able to look the parents in their eyes
and said I'm so sorry, we did everything in our power.
James found himself in an alien environment, all he could see was covered in the red
spinning light that gave everything around a surreal look. Numbness had taken over his
body, he could not feel the tears that were streaming down his face. The banshee wails of
his wife, and the pushes and pulls on him by her were barely perceptible; their only child
had died.
The ambulance pulled off and James and Margret ambled there way to the house like
drunks. James tried out of love, to comfort his wife through the dream-like state he was
in; it had little zeal or affect.
Cara had slipped away, not wanting to be confronted with how could she let this
happen. She had explained to the police that it was an accident and convinced them that
she was not negligent, but still the horror of a child's death, one that she knew weighed
heavy on her heart, Not to mention the real reason of his untimely demise.
What happened?
One of her co-conspirators asked Cara.
"I don't know, the demon didn't show up. It was supposed to possess the boy, but he
died! , so where did the demon go, or did it even work?
Her voice was not the
confident, commanding voice of the leader that they knew. Bewilderment was the
defining note. All three of hooded figures said almost in unison, "We said the chant
right, we practiced memorizing it for weeks! Then one of them said
If you didn't set the
runes right and the demon did show up, its out here loose!"
"I got the runes right, who came up with the idea? The demon was supposed to be
trapped in the bathroom, but I never saw it!"
The water in the bathtub swirled and churned, bubbles rose from the bottom as if it
were about to boil. Something invisible moved in the water and turned the water
blood red, as the water changed a shape took form as it struggled to leave the bathtub but
the water wouldn't let it go. It thrashed and fought with the water but the runes kept it
from escaping. A blood covered hand reached for the toggle that would open the drain,
and soon after that a miniature whirlpool was evidence that the water was leaving the
bathtub. A slurp and a gurgle was the final noise from the empty bathtub.
The house was silent except for the trembling sobs of Margret Scofield. James held
her, although helpless to ease her pain. In an awkward attempt to help her in some small
way he blurted, Can I get you a glass of water or something dear?
It sounded lame
when he heard it come out of his mouth, but she accepted his kindness by shaking her
head. Her eyes shined with tears and somewhere in them was a thank you for caring,
mixed among the red striations where white normally showed. Margret sipped the glass
of water in-between sobs, she made James feel that he did bring some small comfort to
her with the look in her eyes. When her sobs stopped, he thought maybe she was
beginning to move into the next stage of grieving, which would have shown progress but
suddenly her eyes exuded a wild cry for help as if something was attacking her. James
could not tell the reason for the extreme fear that he saw. Her mouth opened to scream,
but only silence was heard. A tear rolled down her face before her eyes rolled up to show
the whites. The tear started to spread on her face and James could see something in the
reflection, it wasn't his face. It wasn't any face that he had ever seen. The hideous face
was looking at him from inside the tear. Before James could release the terror that he felt
by screaming, the tear that had spread on Margret's face splashed into his mouth and
silenced his cry; his throat filled with liquid and the only sound emitted was a gurgle,
then silence.
Next door Mrs. Bradley was making cool aid, lunch was ready and so
was her family. The table was set with sandwiches, and potato chips, pickles on the side.
the atmosphere was an indoor picnic, her three children were picking at each other as
children do; making faces and pinching and slapping each other. Mr. Bradley was
reading the paper, oblivious to the child-play. Rodger, David, and Pewee who's real
name was Johnny chanted We want cool aid, we want cool aid!
over and over the
lyrical chant resounded. It's on the way, I just have to make sure it's sweet enough.
Mrs. Bradley took two ice trays out of the freezer, twisted them one at a time and dumped
them into the pitcher of cool aid. Potato chips bounced off each of the children engaged
in a food fight. Feet that didn't reach the floor were swinging and kicking and little
giggles revealed their no so sneaky undertakings. The clinking of the ice cubes swirling in the pitcher that Mrs. Bradley was stirring caught the children's attention. Yea-a-a-a!
the children applauded. Mrs. Bradley poured a test sip in a glass and turned it up, Mr. Bradley turned the page of the newspaper and the children went back to pinching and kicking. The sound of glass breaking and the thud of Mrs. Bradley hitting the floor grabbed everyone's attention; the children stopped playing, their mouths open wide and their even eyes wider. Mr. Bradley dropped the paper and rushed to his wife's side. Her eyes were wild with fear and her mouth was formed to scream but no sound came forth. A single teardrop rolled down her face, dropped to the floor and expanded into a puddle. Mr. Bradley was on his knees next to his wife trying to figure out what happened to her. His mind raced through the possibilities as he looked for the signs; could it be a stroke? No, there is no paralysis. A heart attack? No, she's not holding her chest. The movement of the expanding puddle caught his eye, he saw the tear drop but the urgency of his wife's dilemma pushed the common event to the back of his mind. How could a teardrop expand? exploded in his mind, fear gripped the back of his neck, something wasn't right, but his epiphany was too late; a watery hand reached out of the puddle and grabbed him by the throat. The children screamed. The puddle contracted as a figure emerged, a horned demon rose waist high, its grip still holding Mr. Bradley by the throat. The puddle expanded and contracted as the demon grew taller as if it was pushing itself out of the puddle. A blue flame flickered in the eye sockets as it looked around and water vapor rose into the air from its head. A watery finger stretched from the hand around Mr. Bradley's throat and stuck him in the eye. Mr. Bradley seized with convulsion, his eyes rolled back and he became silent. The children ran in terror, their mother and father had been destroyed by something far beyond their understanding.
Margret Scofield's eyes rolled back down, a watery opaque blue, her body had bloated
like a drowning victim and her skin had discolored like a too ripe banana. James
Scofield's eye rolled back down shortly after hers, their eyes met but there was no joy in
them. Their dialog was an indescribable underwater sounding "bloop glop gurgle
bloop..." They stood up and walked to the door, their mission understood; a soggy
squishy noise resounded with each step that they took.
Cara and her followers had no idea what they had created. One of them went to the
bathroom to take a dump. Whew put some water on that!
A voice came from the bathroom saying "Brush your teeth and you won't smell that
horrid odor!" Everybody laughed at the witty reply. After the poking fun at the
instigator, an eerie silence blanketed the room, the portent of something frightening had
seeped into their consciousness. There was no reason to feel the pressure of an unseen
danger yet the silence fed the flames of fear. As they looked into each others eyes, they
read the mutual feeling of unfounded fear. To break the silence and the grip of fear that
held them hostage one of them said So what are we going to do today?
Cara understood the reason behind the question and simply said I'm thinking
To add to the sparse conversation one of the other members of the group said "Hey
stinky, is everything coming out ok?" Silence, there was no reply.
The attempt at alleviating their fear was thwarted by no response. "Stop playing, are you
alright?" Cara growled; agitated by the fearful discomfort of silence coming from the
bathroom. She knocked on the door It's not funny anymore, say something!
The rest of the group stood by watching Cara as the door seemed to grow larger as if
zooming in closer to them. Cara's heart was racing as her hand reached for the door knob
the others were frozen in ominous anticipation. Either come out or say something now!
There was no sound of the toilet flushing but a squishy, soggy sound of movement
was heard. Cara retracted her hand, as a strange voice spoke in a language she did not
understand Gulp blup gloop blup blup
A puddle of water seeped under the door but there was no sound of running water
coming from the bathroom. Cara, where did that water come from?
One of them
pointed. Cara stepped back just before the door slammed open and a bloated dead man,
reached out to Cara. The soggy squishing sound that she heard was his walking toward
the door; Squish-plop squish-plop. Fear blazed through the room like a flash fire,
and screams filled the air in harmonic terror. The front door seemed a mile away and in
the terrifying moment, their movement seemed slow and out of time.
The assistant coroner was filling out paperwork at his desk, burning the midnight oil
in an attempt to catch up with the backlog of work to be done. The work was tedious and
boring, but there was never a customer service complaint, it was a living. He heard an
odd sound in the hallway, any sound at the morgue was odd unless he was getting a
delivery. Then he thought maybe it was maintenance cleaning. The sound got closer and
he noticed water seeping under the door, he mistakenly identified the squish-plop, squish-
plop sound as a mop and went back to his paperwork. The door flew open and slammed
against the wall. The sudden loud noise snapped his attention in that direction, and what
he saw made him want to look the other way. What used to be a man and woman stepped
through the doorway, squish-plop, squish-plop; their water bloated bodies wobbled as
they walked. Their dead eyes covered with a thin Simi-transparent white layer looked at
one of the refrigerated units where a bumping sound had started to happen. That unit was
where Bradford Scofield had been put. The bloated couple wobbled to the unit and
opened the door, pulled the slab out and took Bradford. Gloop, blup, glug...
The
family reunion was a joyless event, deformed creatures talking in an underwater sounding
language repulsed the assistant coroner, his fear held him in a vise. He was so
preoccupied watching the human water balloons wobble and talk that he failed to see the
water that had pooled, the living water that stretched into the air and took shape. First a
horned head formed, blue flames flickering in the eye sockets. Then the puddle
contracted as the water demon grew taller, surging upward like a fountain. The assistant
coroner caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see what
it was. He opened his mouth to scream but all that was heard was "Gluck, Gluck,
Gluck" as he swallowed water that was forced down his throat by the demon.
The demon dropped down into the puddle that he rose from and ran down the drain in
the middle of the floor, where blood drained off during autopsies.
The Bradley children made it next door to their neighbor's house after seeing their
parents die and the puddle of water move toward them as if they were next. Crying
hysterically they pounded on the door. The door opened and the children rushed in
screaming the names of the inhabitants. Mr. and Mrs. Scofield, Bradford! No reply came
back, the house was as silent as a tomb. Slowly they searched the house, "Mrs.
Scofield?", they climbed the stairs to the second floor. A floorboard creaked just before
they looked into the first bedroom, Mr. Scofield?
no answer. As they walked further
down the hallway to the next room the front door opened and closed and a click from the
lock turning was heard. The children felt relieved when they heard that the Scofields
were home. The youngest boy (Pewee) almost called out Bradford's name but the oldest
boy (Rodger) covered his mouth when he heard the strange squish-plop, squish-plop.
What is that sound?
the middle aged boy (David) whispered. Both the Rodger and
Pewee hunched their shoulders and displayed the palms of their hands. "What ever it is, I
don't like it. Rodger whispered back. Then put his first finger to his lips,
Shh,
don't say a word." The three of them stood silent listening as the soggy sound moved to
the stairs.
Squish-plop, squish-plop was coming up the stairs, the children felt a rush of panic.
They did not want to get caught by whatever was coming up the stairs, Pewee started for
the bedroom but Rodger grabbed him and frantically looked for a better place to hide.
It was almost at the top of the stairs when Rodger opened the door to the linen closet,
squish-plop, squish-plop. The three of them moved as quickly as mice and just as
quietly, they barely made it in time but couldn't close the door all of the way. Rodger
looked through the crack in the door watching for whatever was coming, the creak in the
floorboards told him where it was; just before the first bedroom.
The sickening sound was closer squish-plop, squish-plop as it passed the bedroom,
Rodger tensed with the anticipation of what the thing would look like. Squish-plop,
squish-plop, the bloated, discolored face of Bradford passed the crack in the door, his
water balloon like swollen body jiggled as he walked. The foul odor of decay trailed
behind him almost gagging the terrified boy. The fear of being discovered and the need
to protect his little brothers were the only thing keeping him from losing it. The Bradford
thing went into his mother's room. Rodger thought about the rope ladder in Bradford's
room; his parents had put it there in case of fire. If he could get his brothers to the ladder
they could escape. A high pitched whine was coming from Pewee, he was crying as
silently as he could. Rodger hugged Pewee and told him "Shh, I'll get us out of here, I
promise." A promise he hoped he could keep.
Cara and her two remaining friends barely made it to safety, pushing and clawing to
be the first one out of the door almost cost them their lives. What was that thing?
Anthony asked, still trembling. It used to be Bobby, but because I had to wipe the runes off the wall to avoid a cult murder media fiasco, whatever demon came through was not the one we were conjuring.
Derrick cut in and asked Then how are we going to get rid of it?
I don't know Derrick, I don't know what to do. It wasn't supposed to go like this, Bradford was just going to be possessed long enough for us to get our wish from Avaritia. I made a mistake, I never thought about anything going wrong or how scary and dangerous this could be.
Maybe we should tell somebody, you know like an occultist or something, somebody that knows more about this stuff.
Anthony suggested.
And go to prison for a cult murder? Ignorance of the law is no excuse, and neither is ignorance of the supernatural. We're going to have to figure this out ourselves.
The tears in her eyes magnified the fear behind them, and the remorse for the Scofields, and whoever else that falls victim to the horror she had released. A special tear for Bobby rolled down her face and opened the floodgates to her shame.
Rodger eased the door open while he listened for the sickening squishy sound of movement. Neither of his younger brothers wanted to leave the dark sanctuary of the linen closet, Rodger shared their fear but knew that they had to escape. With Pewee's hand in his, Rodger jerked his head to the side as a signal to follow him. They crept into Bradford's room unseen. The rope ladder was fastened inside the window. A sigh of relief escaped Rodger's mouth. Waving to his brothers and whispering Come on we don't have time to play.
; they were amazed at Bradford's toys. Rodger stepped toward the window and the floor cried out a loud creak, the three of them froze. The distant sound of the now too familiar squish-plop, squish-plop was coming up the stairs and from down the hall. Rodger frantically fought with the window, in his haste he overlooked the fact that it could be locked. Rodger jerked up on the window again and again, Pewee was winding up for a big cry, and David ran to help Rodger with the window. David pushed up on the window frame while Rodger pulled the handle, the window still wouldn't budge. Squish-plop, squish-plop, both Bradford and his parents were almost at the door. Rodger was about to break the window when he saw the latch. He felt relieved and stupid at the same time Pewee was half-way