Creepy Crawlers - Sample Story
Creepy Crawlers: An Anthology of Spine-Tingling Terror
Cinsearae S. (author)
“Hi.... my sister can’t come to the phone right now.... She’s dead in front of me. No.... that's not what I mean. She’s dead…. in front of me. If I get her blood scooped up and put it back in her body, she’ll get back to you, but I don't know how to do it.”
“…No, nothing’s wrong with me.... we were playing a game!....Yep, hide and seek.... She was supposed to find me, but she stepped on one of my booby-traps and fell on the meat cleaver. Stop saying I’m crazy! I leave out traps for when the zombies decide to come and attack us! I guess I went too far, since the meat cleaver went halfway through her neck.... hello? Hello?.... Are you throwing up or something? Look, I really don’t need to hear you puking your guts up -- that’s just disgusting.
“Her neck keeps leaking! I used a needle and thread to sew her back up, but at least it’s not coming out as bad as before…. I can’t put her on the phone! Did you hear anything I told you?…. Oh wait, she’s not dead just yet. She’s fluttering her eyelids and moving her lips, but nothing comes out…. Fine. I’ll put the phone to her ear so she can hear you. She can’t talk; it just sounds like gurgling -- but at least the cleaver missed her larynx.
(Kid puts phone to his sister’s ear.)
“….Okay, can you hear her? Listen closely, now.”
(Kid waits a few seconds so his sister can make a few noises into the receiver, then takes the phone away.)
“She keeps rolling her eyes around and twitches a lot. Of course I called for an ambulance! I’m waiting for them now, but they’re taking forever. Maybe the zombies got them…. Of course there’s zombies running around! They’re the same zombies I read about in my comic book! Why do you think I put up all the traps?
“Other sharp objects? Sure, I’ve got plenty. They’re always close by, in case a zombie sneaks up on us. That way, we’ll be able to cut off their heads. Um… please, stop screaming in my ear…
“If you tell me I need professional help one more time dude, I’m gonna hang up. The zombies are out there and they’ll get you too, if you don’t protect yourself! Fine, then! Don’t come running over here once they find you.…You’re the crazy one for believing this wouldn’t happen one day!”
(-Click-)
“Stupid people.”
(Kid looks to his dying sister on the floor.)
“I’m really sorry you stepped on my trap, sis. I’d never want you to get hurt! But no one wants to believe the zombies are coming! If it wasn’t for that packet of cool, little, dried up mushrooms your boyfriend left between the couch cushions, I’d have never been able to really SEE that so many people are just zombies in disguise!
(Kid takes a mushroom out of its plastic baggie, eats it, then looks at his sister more closely.)
“Um… sis… you’re starting to look a little green… and… your eyes look all yellow! Wh--What’s that coming out of your mouth?! GAHHH!!! You’re turning into one of them! Aw, man! They’ve infected you with their nasty zombie spit! What am I gonna do now?!”
(Kid grabs his sister’s ankles and drags her to the kitchen.)
“I’m sorry sis, but I can’t have you coming back to un-life and eating me. Now…which drawer does mom keep the electric carving knife in…?”
