Hey all! So, you’ve probably noticed several >:3 uses in past posts. I don’t know why I have been so cheeky about it, but I have put together a horror collection of various horror stories I have written/rewritten. I have a name for the collection that I think is pretty cool, which I won’t share just yet. But let’s be honest, there are people who already know what it is.
Since I have been short for content, I figured I might as well tease some of the collection! Are you ready?
My first snippet comes from a story that was originally written in 2018/19 and published in the Slashers anthology from Thurston Howl Publishing. In the summer of 2023, when I started putting the collection together, I rewrote the story I had shared in the anthology. Almost completely! I added more words, more details, more deaths. While the overall plot is mostly the same, the story is different.
Presented below is the first seven hundred and seventy three words of the story!
Remember, this is a horror story! So, here is your trigger warning.
If blood and violence are not your cup of tea, then I would refrain from reading!
Randy blinked his eyes slowly lifting his head from his desk. His vision was cloudy as he looked around the classroom. What was going on? The rabbit reached up to rub at his eyes. A soft hiss floated through the air to his long, floppy ears. He lowered his paws.
“Wha…” Randy looked around the classroom, his vision still hazy. Except it wasn’t a haze. Everything was covered in a thin layer of fog. The other students were all slumped over their desks, motionless. “No.” He tried to stand up, but he couldn’t move from his seat.
His eyes widened as he tugged against invisible restraints. “No. God, please no…” He’d fallen asleep.
Low, rumbling laughter tore through the room from every side. The limp bodies flopped up in their chairs like rag dolls, laughing along hysterically.
He’d fallen asleep. Randy shook his head hard and tried to stand from his desk again. But he couldn’t move, as if he was bound to the chair with tight ropes. He had to get out of here. He needed to wake up.
The fog billowed around him, the rest of the room slowly faded from his view, and the laughter died down. Soon everything around him was engulfed in the dense mists.
Randy’s fur was soaked in a cold sweat, making his shirt damp around his neck. He stopped moving, his eyes flicked to the left and the right as he searched the fog around him.
It swirled as shadowy shapes darted to-and-fro around his desk. Tendrils of vapor stretched out in multiple directions.
Whispers came from the fog repeating the same phrases over and over. “No God here. God can’t save us.”
Randy heard a soft skittering from behind him, and turned his head to look behind him. But he couldn’t see anything. He turned his head back to look forward.
Thwop!
Out of the fog, a matted bruised paw slammed down onto his desk, digging its claws into the table. A loud scratching echoed in the air as it slowly dragged its claws through the wood.
Randy started violently shaking in his seat, rocking the desk back and forth. “No! Get back!” He looked up at the shadow connected to the paw and growled. “Fuck off!” He bucked to the side and managed to send himself tumbling down to the floor.
Randy’s head hit the floor, and his vision blurred into static. He crawled from the overturned desk, trying to get away.
He heard a low growl from behind him and tried to crawl faster… And then the boot slammed down on his back.
Tears trickled down his cheek as the boot lifted from his back and a pair of firm arms grabbed him, the long metal claws tearing into his right shoulder, and flipped him onto his back.
He looked up at the blurry figure above him, gasping for breath as he struggled against his assailant’s grip.
He hissed as a sharp claw was gently dragged up his arm, breaking the flesh. The smell of his blood touched the air as he felt a tingly sting.
“Stop! Please!” Randy cried out, trying to push the figure off with his free arm and groaning from the pain.
Saliva dripped down onto him as his assailant hissed at him, holding his arm down as if it was a paperweight holding paper. The figure began to warp and shimmer over him, as Randy’s vision seemed to get worse.
Pain ripped through his side as something razor sharp penetrated his flesh.
Randy let out a pained scream, jolting awake. He was laying on the floor, his body spasming in pain. His bloody right paw flailed for the nearest arm and gripped it tight, muttering loudly. “Help me! Please, someone help me!” He still couldn’t see. He still couldn’t fucking see!
The history professor bit her lip in concern and turned to rebuke the students who had gathered around the screaming rabbit. “Give us some space, dammit!” Her voice boomed over the chatter of the other students in the classroom. The chattering quieted down considerably, but there were still whispers.
The mare looked over Randy Brennan. The cream-colored rabbit was still clutching one of the other student’s arms. Blood was seeping from his arm, and from under his shirt, near his right side. She frowned more and leaned over his face to take a look at his eyes.
His eyes were red and bulging as his pupils darted around, looking at any face he could see. “It’s still here…” The rabbit murmured and tried to sit up. “It’s after me…” He tumbled back to the floor.
How did you like this? Did you enjoy this peek into my collection? Do you want to read more?
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