BELIEVE IN MONSTERS.

Different than our ancestors, we believe in the existence of monsters.

Those creatures that guard little resemblance with us, like some kind of twisted prank, do exist, they are made of flesh and blood, and wander around us in silence, I was one of those who, even seeing the proofs, wouldn’t believe in it, once it was too horrible.

The monsters that once lived in large cities now lost on the bottom of oceans, those entities full of evil that could destroy continents, those evil slavers of their own kind, those who trampled the weak for amusement, they exist, right here, right now.

Survivors from another time, when the continents were different than today, those evil doers creep on the shadows wishing to harm us.

But I stand up against them; with my fellow men we hunt those brutal demons and end their wretched existences. Is dangerous and scary, and many times I felt my sanity almost slipping through my fingers. Many others didn’t resist the madness that guide the existence of those monsters, and I wonder how long I will be able to fight those demons before their plans and tricks take the final tool of my mind.

But we are organized, we know were they hid! We are hunting them faster than those critters can breed; we are ending their plans of world domination and genocide!

Now few of them are left, and soon they will become truly legends, old stories told to scare the young. Soon we will end the constant thread to our way of life and our right to live here and now, in peace.

We shall see the last day of this plague called Humans!

Glory to the ancient gods! Glory to the Reptilians!

10 METERS

10 Meters.

I was a member of a research crew, working on 3d mapping of the bottom of the ocean, right over the well know Bermuda triangle. Our job was to drag specialized sonars over a area from the size of Manhattan, and very deep. We worked night and day, and I unfortunately had to do night shifts like everyone else.

The job was simple as boring, once it collected raw data and not the images most people see on TV, once it was a new model, capable to use ultra-high sound waves to scan the bottom and underneath it. I was reading a comic book, and only looking at the screens every two or three minutes. At 3:00 AM, I read the sensors, depth: 1250 meters, all normal.

But at 4:30 AM the entire boat shook, and I, like many others, were thrown in the floor like dolls. In Bermuda triangle is supposed to exist sudden giant waves out from no where, who could sink any ship in seconds. As I get up confused, the sailors took control of the ship.

No one cared about me and the sonar readings, once we all were afraid of being sunk there, in the most mysterious waters of Earth. With my wrist hurting like hell I slowly climbed my console and saw the  crew running and screaming orders. But then, they suddenly stop. An absolute silence, broke only by the inhuman alarms set foot on the bridge. They were all frozen, looking in my direction, mouths open in disbelief, and faces pale in fear. I started to shiver, what I could possible done to cause such reaction?

But one pointed to someplace else, over my shoulder and talked, almost a whisper:

-What in God’s name is that?!?

I suddenly turned around, but I saw nothing but a wave, bursting through the bridge’s windows, flooding the room and dragging many men, to where I don’t know. I felt my shoulder hitting something that I supposed to be a table, and screamed.

I don’t know if I fainted or not, but I tried to get up, very dizzy, only one man was still there, dead, all the others fled. I could listen to screams outside, and I see with terror that was no boat left to me to use. Some sailors and researchers jumped in the brutal ocean, who crushed men and life boats alike.

I simple didn’t knew what was going on. Think clearly was too hard, I used my good hand to wipe something of my face, when I noticed my head was bleeding. I saw the radio, and crawled to it. The boat shook again and again, in a endless torture, hurting my almost broken body more and more. Finally I reach the radio and called for help.

I got up on my feet, trembling, to look at our GPS coordinates, when I saw something impossible: Two mountains, equal in shape, each one shaped like a needle and completely black slowly raised from the depths in front of us. I thought I was seen things.

I couldn’t be!

I look around and see other four mountains, or towers, two at our side, and two behind our ship. We were in the middle of some uncanny volcanic or tectonic phenomena of some kind. Something never seen before.

I sprinted to get my cam, it was destroyed. My mind raced, I had to document this colossal event some how! Then I remember, I was already doing it, the sonars were online.

The water proof system was gathering an absurd quantity of data from such event. I couldn’t think in those who had died, not in that moment. I cursed the fact I couldn’t see the images from it. But I still had the normal sensors of the boat. Once again I crawled to the ship’s sonar and I could read something even more dazzling.

The bottom of the ocean had emerged. It simple had emerged, from more than 4.000 feet, to 32. Ten mere meters, all that separated us from the bottom.

The terrain was rugged and I couldn’t see the end of it.

I was in shock, and I don’t know for how long I was there, frozen over the sonar, but one thing brought me back to the unforgiving reality: An island of pure black stone started to rise in front of  our ship, something like polish stone, or a dome of pure black velvet raised , challenging those first rays of sun light. It was Huge, no word to describe how big that was. I wondered if I had found the lost Atlantis, or worst if Atlantis had found me.

Suddenly a deep roaring sound, to loud, like a thunder that never stop resonating came from all directions.

I decided to put my life jacket, and jump out of the ship with the data. Maybe I could survive.

But fate had other plans to me: Before I could gather courage to thrown myself in the vicious ocean bellow me, the dome rotated and a structure of an absurd design appeared. I am a man who know the oceans, and it’s animals.

And what I saw was a perfect replica of the head of a sea turtle, in every small detail. The rugged skin, the round eye, the beak, the statue of a colossal turtle head, and its eye, so real, was aiming at me.

And then it blinked. I saw the nictitating membrane, so large it could cover a stadium blinking over eyes taller than a skyscraper, looking at me with no emotion, just dead calm and disinterest. I realized, I was nothing, in the same way people ignore the life of bugs and small plants while walking around, such titan ignored our existence, or should I say, it refused to acknowledge it

The beak opened again, and a roaring sound ten times louder hit me like a truck. I felt again, hands on my ears, trying to remain sane, praying to God to have mercy on my soul and kill me fast.

A wave crashed, and another, and so on, each new one bigger than the last. Soon I was thrown in the sea. I saw nothing. Thank god I saw nothing more.

I remember the sun burning my face, and coast guard taking me to and hospital by helicopter. They said I was in water for two days.

The ship and the men it carried were disappeared.  I told them about the turtle, I did, but they said I was hallucinating because of the sun. My last shot was the sonar data, but they told me I had brought nothing with me.

I probably let it go when I was thrown at the sea.

No need to say I was considered a lunatic, a mad man, and worst, one more strange crazy man talking about crazy things in the tabloids, another man with a Bermuda triangle tale to tell, for a dollar.

Fin.

GHOST

I live an ordinary life, and a month ago I moved to a old small house, near Ontario, while my house, my real house, get a well deserved reform, that will take at least two more weeks.

At first I loved the house, to be honest I was considering buying it for good, that was the main reason I choose to live there and not on an hotel.

The house, two floors, three rooms, two of them suites, a big bathroom on first floor and a smaller on the ground floor worked flawlessly, heating was in good shape. For what I was told the last owner took good care of it, even never living there. Probably a man aiming to do a good sell or renting it, and he managed to keep the house perfect, except for the dust, so thick it was like a thin mist in the first time I entered it.

Once I had too much work, I cleaned only the master bedroom, the kitchen and the bathrooms, the only parts I would use in my stay, and after making nice dinner to myself, I went soon to bed. Once I hadn’t brought my TV, I was reading a book and soon I went to sleep.

Past 3:00 AM, a loud noise woke me up: It was like someone picking a cutlery drawer and throwing it at the wall. I was very scared, and I grabbed my baseball ball before going down stairs to investigate.  I decided to look at what was going on before calling the cops.

I went to the ground floor in the dark, and the house was silent; Once I was in the kitchen I peeked inside. In the dark I couldn’t see anything, so turned on the lights.

To my surprise, the kitchen was in perfect order, just like I left before going to bed. I looked around, double checked the doors to see if they were locked and literally searched the house bottom to top looking for what could possible made all that noise.

Once I found nothing, I went back to bed, leaving the light of the kitchen on, and locking my door. I took some time to sleep, but I didn’t had any other incident that night.

Two day later, my girlfriend, who was traveling, arrived, and I invited her in. My old apartment was small to grow a family, but the house was just perfect. My plan was to see if she liked it, and invite her to move in with me, to take things between us to a new level.

Of course I did a full house cleaning before it, and made a nice dinner to us. At 7:00 PM I heard a faint female voice and a knock on my front door. Thinking she had arrived earlier, a rare event , I rushed to open the door, but I found no one there. I convinced myself I was imagining things, and went back to kitchen.

I barely finished the dinner when I heard a female voice and knocking on my front door.

Well, a man can’t be wrong twice, I thought with a smile. But then again I found no one.

At 8:35PM, after four other “knocks” I was already pissed, imagining it was a prank of some neighborhood kid, and I decided to stay next to the door and wait.

Finally I hear a knock and opened the door fast like a lightning, just to scare my girlfriend, she took quite a scare but managed to laugh about it, I apologized and locked the door. At the time I decided not to bring up the knockings on my door, after all that dinner was very important to me, and I wasn’t willing to let my future fiancée think we would eventually live in a neighborhood full of annoying kids.

Fortunately the dinner and the rest of the night was great, we both decided to live there together.

In the next morning I woke up and went down stair to make us a nice breakfast, and once I finished I decided to call her. When I looked up the stairs I saw a woman figure entering the main bathroom . Strange, she using that bathroom and not the one in the suite, but she was probably looking for a place to be her own in our future house, girl stuff.

With a smile I called her from down stairs:

“-Honey! Once you finish come down, I made something for us!”

Then suddenly I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and I jumped scared.

-“whoa! Did I scared you? I was just picking the paper!” Was my girlfriend in her robe, and with a newspaper on her hand. I froze, and without explaining any further I climbed the stairs saying I had to check something. The bathroom was empty, and my girlfriend was puzzled, but amused.

We finished our breakfast and leaved for our works, she would spent a couple days in her own house, picking things she need to move in.

At night when I arrived, I found all lights on. I imagined that my gf had decide to come by and spent the night, so I got in and called for her.

But she wasn’t there. I looked for all the house, and I found nothing. I called her on the cell-phone and asked about the lights. She said she was still on her job and that didn’t turned any light on, and suggested that I may had forget the light on in the morning. I agreed to not worry her, but I was sure that I didn’t turned ALL lights of the house and forget about it.

My concern about such strange events begun to grow, as the strange events multiplied: Soon my own girl friend started to come to me to talk about strange noises and voices around the house.

The last day we stayed there was the worst: We were dinning, when the door of our room slammed so hard that I thought someone had dropped a safe through the ceiling. Scared, I decided to give a look to see what was going on upstairs, my girlfriend, now my fiancée decided to go up with me, and we both found the door to our room closed shut. We tried to open it, but was like it was glued or something like it, it didn’t moved a inch. My fiancée almost crying told me we should leave. I was decided to stay and live in that house, but a look on my fiancée concerned expression was enough to convince me that we should indeed leave that house. In the moment I agreed to leave and told her we wouldn’t come back to that house, the door opened behind me suddenly. I felt and my fiancé screamed, but nothing appeared. The room was empty, no one hiding there. I tried the lock more than a couple times, and was impossible to keep it shut like it was before, and was impossible to open it without using the knob.

My fiancé didn’t even bothered to look for answers, and when I turned to her I saw our most personal belongings packed. I decided that leaving was indeed the best choice and we drove to her place. Once my old home was done, we finally went back to that house, to get our belongings. Was the last time I entered that house.

Many years later I drove by and see the beautiful house half demolish and a group of workers in a circle arguing about something. I was curious, but I decided to let another person to find ut the mysteries of that house.

INANIMATE OBJECT.

I see them, all day. I see them, full of life, youth and future. So confident, so self assured, with a great future ahead. Family, fortune, happiness and, above all, freedom.

They always get the upper hand, they never fail, people always laugh with them, and never of them. Always dressed with the latest fashion, always driving the more beautiful car.

And I wonder why. Why them and not me? Don’t tell me its karma, once I had nothing but suffering long before I become what I am now. And I always knew their evil ways, deviant desires and obscene vices.

No, it cannot be a system of reward or punishment, unless it aims to corrupt and crush the good. I was crushed, I was corrupted, but I was good and fair.

Now I stand here, above them, watching them living their useless decadent lives, and my hatred is still the hatred of justice. I am the judge of good and wrong, and also the executor.

My face strike fear on those who dare to look up and meet my gaze. Such fear is proof that they are guilt and I am justice.

I stand here, a loyal and vigilant guardian, under the scorching sun, under the rain and snow, night and day, and here I will stay forever, without abandoning my solitary task to watch those corrupt souls bellow.

Oh no, they think they crushed my body and my soul, but I was given this new form, strong, resistant, everlasting.

For now, I only watch, but someday I will be released over them, as a tool of God’s will, for I am the most righteous under his command, I am sure.

They look me and ask my origin, and display their offensive ignorance day after day: The point at my wings, at my horns, at my angry face and my fangs and call me a demon. Me, his favorite! The favorite of GOD!

Others too, mistake me for a mere decoration. They look at my grey stone skin, at my beast like shape and give me a name that I even learned to like.

They call me Gargoyle. And I watch them here, still since the day my life as a man ended, thanks to God wisdom, who put me here vigilant, in the tallest tower of the largest church, and when the time comes, the reckoning day, I am sure that he will turn my body of stone in flesh again.

But until this day, I wait. Patiently. Watching every single one of you; I know your dark secrets, I witnessed them, after all those eyes of stone… they never blink .

DELICIOUS KNIVES!

DELICIOUS KNIVES!

You probably heard someone saying that “raves are for drunk drug users” or some shit like that, well I don’t drink and I don’t do drugs either, I was just a guy trying to expand my horizons, so please listen to what I’m going to tell, because its serious stuff that I think you should know before venture in a strange rave in a strange place.

Last year I found myself alone in a major city, were I lived: my friends travelling, and my girlfriend dumped me, so I decided to do something totally new, and enjoy some fun like I never did before.

Wandering around town I finally got in a bar, full of weirdos, specially girls half naked and with multi-colored hair. Sipping a beer, and I said A beer not a dozen, I heard some chicks talking in a table behind me, about some rave on a rural area that I coincidently knew very well from my childhood.

Those chicks were HOT and had that “I will do it with anyone” look, and it was more than enough reason to take a bath, buy some condoms and drive into the rural area at midnight, and be honest, you would probably do the same.

A couple hours later I was parking my car in the woods; I could see the lights and hear the music pumping. Colorful hot chicks with tiny back packs in every corner, dancing, drinking, using drugs and almost having sex, damn I was in heaven.

Decided to get laid I walked around, but all my attempts of nailing a chick were frustrated by boyfriends, drunk-girl-vomit and lesbian-only orientated girls. When I was about to quit, I saw her, with black channel hair, a bright orange fur coat and a minimal velvet skirt, a babe was going in the woods with three guys at the same time.

Damn if I couldn’t had some I would fap to that HOT girl, and with luck get some leftover sex. I start to follow them, deeper and deeper into the dark wood, tripping and scratching myself all the way. They guys too, were having a hard time, not her, she was waltzing around. From time to time, she would stop and give some groping to keep the guys interested, and damn, I got interested in her too, so I wouldn’t quit so soon.

Then, out of nowhere, a clearing in the middle of nothing, with a big rock, like a king size bed. Now the moonlight shined over them, and the only sound was the music, pumping like crazy half a mile behind us.

I was about to free my bird when she started to sing, with a clear voice, like an angel.

I was stunned by her strange song and I couldn’t think in anything else but her, I was decided to get over there and have sex with her even if I had to beat someone.

Then I realized I was fully paralyzed: I couldn’t move a muscle, even breathing was hard, I got a little scared, but the worst was to come.

She got naked, awesome body, full of strange tattoos, she carefully placed her clothes on a branch nearby and grab a bag from a hiding place next to the rock. I could hear something metallic inside of it, but I wasn’t expecting what I see.

She pick a long knife, butcher kind of knife and giggling she started playing with one of the guys. At first, small cuts on the face, and shredded clothes, but soon he was naked and covered in his own blood and her face looked more sinister.

She said something I couldn’t hear, and slowly started to slide the sharp blade on the guy’s belly, right in the bellybutton. He probably felt every inch, but I guessed he was paralyzed like me, so screaming wasn’t an option.

Cruel and smiling she pushed it till the knife handle, and I saw some blood scaping from his mouth.

It didn’t end there, she went to the bag and picked another knife, and slowly stab him, soon a dozen knifes were deeply inserted in his dying body. The coupé de grace wasn’t merciful at all. She grabbed the guy ball sack and a serrated knife, and cut the guys balls of, slowly.

That was to much to me, I wanted to leave but I couldn’t! His friends too, or even worst, once his blood gushed over them!

That woman was a demon, I was sure, she stated the sick game again, with other guy. I could see he shacking in fear, but nothing else. Was impossible to break that spell who made us prisoners of our own bodies!

Knife after knife, slowly and patiently. She killed the last two men. Their corpses laying in the dirty ground, so full of blades that they reminded more pin cushions or voodoo dolls than humans.

Several hour had passed by, and during that time she cleaned herself methodically before dressing her slutty out fit. I was wondering if my nightmare was over, or if I was fated to stay there forever paralyzed.

But then, she started walk in my direction, her eyes locked on mine.

I just shit myself and started to pray to god, buda or whatever, I wanted to LIVE!

She got closer giggled and just gave a little pat in my head:

-         I hope you liked the show!

She disappeared, and one hour later me too. Once I started moving again, I got to my car and drove away from that hell.

I saw mentions of a drug cartel execution in the woods, but I refused to hear or read details about it. I know the three guys were the same I saw dying, but I kept believing that denial was the only way to save my life.

Some time, when is dark, I feel like some one is stalking me. I wonder if it’s her, eager to give another show with her “delicious” knifes.

LIMITATIONS OF HUMANITY.

LIMITATIONS OF HUMANITY.

Eight years have past since the coming of the Old.

They landed on the Northern territory of Australia, over the mount Zeil.

At first we thought it was an asteroid, and we tried to deflect it one year before the impact, but it failed, then we scanned it more carefully, and what we saw was beyond our imagination, a perfect red sphere with a five kilometer radius, full of craters and openings in its spiked surface.

For a year we tried everything we could think of: All forms of communication, new deflection satellites, lasers and even nukes.

Our last  chance was a monster rail gun, assembled in space, result of a unprecedented cooperation of all nations of Earth. One week before the impact, we loaded the cannon with one hundred enriched uranium kinetic shells, 30 tons each, and we fired them at 10 times the speed of sound, 14.000.000 meters per second.

All projectiles hit the intruder, and the impact released so much energy that the red sphere shined likes a sun for almost a minute.

Mankind hold its breath, just to discover that the enemy was unharmed.

We prepared for the worst, and at may 23 they landed in the middle of Australia, causing a impact wave strong as a 8.0 Ritcher scale. Cities trembled and tsunamis spread around the globe. The dust lifted turned day in night in the Southern Hemisphere, a night that would last four months, ruining crops and causing civil unrest and famine.

The military forces, united under the flag of Mankind rush into action, but it was futile. For 5 years, the sphere stood under siege and attacks, and nought happened.

For a while, we started believing it wasn’t dangerous, and under public pressure, a diplomatic effort was made.

When the ship opened it self and a creature similar to a ten meter high maggot crawled, some overcame the nausea and cheered for the new age to come.

But them the monster simple ate our ambassador, live, in a world wide transmission.

Panic ensued, and we nuked them with thousands of warheads, once again we achieved nothing. Those creatures, we simple call them Old, are indestructible as their ship: They walk out of a nuclear impact crater like a child walk out of a puddle of water.

They live to eat. Men, women, child, pets, cattle, even cars and buildings, millions of those monsters are now devouring our planet and our species.

I wait here, writing in a piece of paper what is probably my farewell. Soon they will be over me, they are already covering great past of the surface of our world. I will bury it, in the hope someone is spared and miraculously find this letter, so he know one thing:

We humans, are limited creatures.

FOG

FOG.

Until a couple years ago, I was a normal person, with a normal job, few but good friends and one or two ordinary goals, like a promotion or a new TV, but then something happened to me.

Life hit me in the guts: Almost all of my good friends died when they were together in a van hit by a drunk driver. Six people out of six billion people, nearly all my human contact with the world, lost in one minute.

The accident left a mark on me, the kind you can’t simple wash clean with counseling or a book. My depression, which I always had, become stronger, but I still could live a almost normal life. Then, less than a year later, my parents died in another car accident. This time I had to do the identification of the bodies, and I admit, I wasn’t strong enough to overcome that. My life went down-hill; I abandoned my job and become a shut-in, living in the house where I grow up, in the darkness. My inheritance granted me the freedom to live without working or having any human contact.

Everything, from food to tooth paste was ordered from shops that did home delivery.

As usual, I spent many nights awake, incapable of sleeping, and soon I become fond of darkness. The absence of light was pleasant, and never scary. Without ways to keep my mind busy at those sleepless nights, I would sit near the window on the second floor, and watch the silent streets crossing below.

Drunks, couples, dogs and groups of teenagers, all of those parade in front of me in those streets, and I observed them with interest.

One night, past midnight, a dense fog like no other I ever saw appeared suddenly. Soon the street bellow me disappeared. The fog was heavy, it kept bellow the street lamps, so I could see shadows moving inside it from time to time.

Those strange shadows look like tall, silent men, but they sprinted in the fog like dogs playing. I was wondering how anyone could move so fast there without falling over his face, when the movement of those six or seven shadows stop suddenly. The last thing I saw was those shadows disappearing in the fog, like a crocodile sinking in the muddy water of a river.

Afraid, I hid behind a curtain and hold my breath, did they saw me?

No, what they saw was an elder woman walking her dog. I could see while the old woman entered the mist. Her dog, a little pug, strictly refused to follow, but the woman had no time for her rebellious dog and bend over to grab him. Was when the tiny dog bitted her furiously: the little dog barked, bitted and twisted himself out of the woman grasp.

I saw blood dripping of her hand, when the fog begun to move like it had a mind of its own. Soon the old lady was surrounded by fog, and I couldn’t see anything but her shadow. The other six or seven figures reappeared, silently surrounding the woman, and now they looked far bigger than before. Now they could be shadows of a bull, a raging bull.

With blinding speed they danced around the elder, in an inhuman and frightful spectacle, one of then got closer of her, and I could hear the screaming full of pain and fear.

It only made the shadows dance faster, then like a choreographed ballet, they all rushed over her at the same time. I heard a last dying call from her before the street become silent again.

I didn’t moved from where I was sit until the first sunlight bathed the street and the fog disappeared completely.

 More curious than precautions, I leaved my home, sprinting to the site where I saw the old lady for the last time. I searched inch by inch of the street but I couldn’t find any evidence her existence. No blood, no marks, nothing.

I was trying to convince myself that everything was just a dream, and was about to return to my house, when I saw the only, but undeniable proof that something strange and evil took place in front of my eyes:

A little dog, a pug, shivering in fear, his leash stuck in a branch of a bush. His white fur had a small red stain, the only thing left of a human being.

Fin.