The Lunch Box Of Gruesome Delights
Short horror.
The iron gates stood ominous and proud. Headstones tore through a thin vail of fog like thorns through a wedding dress, as dark branches fractured the midnight sky. Feverishly, upon a freshly buried grave, the ghoulish figure of a young woman labored. Hands stained with earth and blood, she dug into the cold soil. Driven by hunger and desperation while fleeting memories replayed in her mind. Reminding her of who she was, and what she had become. This feeble existence sickened her. She did not feed to live... Only, lived to feed...
As the tombstone illuminated with the passing moon light, Rachel averted her eyes. She did not want to see the name engraved into it's smooth surface. In life she was a vagan and could not bare the thought of eating something that had a name. She had to stay focused.... For tonight the soil was loose and the meat was fresh...
Oh, the morbid thought tormented her so. But the hunger was too great. Her stomach twisted and squirmed like two serpents mating in a nest of barbed wire... As she paused to catch her breath, she could feel her tiny little friends lurking beneath her skin. Hundreds of them.... Tiny, little maggots slowly consuming her. She found strange comfort in this. As if she were a goddess to them. " After all, what is humanity but an orgy of maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of God..."
As clouds reclaimed the midnight sky, the moonlight dimmed. Rachel regained her strength and pressed on. "Not much farther to go," she said. "Not much farther to the prize at the bottom of the cereal box." As she worked in total darkness her mind wondered, "How could she have done this to me?! That bitch had no right!! No right at all.... And when I find her I'll make her lift this curse, then kick her fat ass!" As Rachel's ranting intensified, she began to dig more fiercely. "Poor little Heather... Everyone makes fun of me.... Maybe they wouldn't if you weren't such a freak!" Rachel had become consumed by her ranting and started shaking her finger at the ground as if lecturing, "And how can you expect people to like you if you don't even like yourself... I mean... c'mon the cuts on your wrist? Another Friday night of self loathing...."
Realizing that she had gotten carried away, she froze... She then looked down at herself. Still wearing hear cheerleading outfit from the night of the homecoming game. The night she stepped out of the locker room and found her standing in the hallway, waiting for her. Dressed in black as usual and holding some book that looked like and old bible... "Excuse me," Rachel said, "But I think psycho 101 is downstairs next to the mental shop." Unimpressed, Heather opened her book and began reciting something in Latin.
Rachel sighed in disgust. And continued to walk past her when Heather exclaimed," Now you will now how it feels to be a freak among the living!" At that moment Rachel felt a piercing headache She became dizzy and blacked out. She could not remember anything more. Just nightly visits to graveyards. Digging up corpses to snack on. With her hand she brushed the capital 'K' on her sweeter, now stained with dirt and blood. She felt her eyes begin to swell with tears and cried out, "Oh God, I miss my life, my friends, parties, boys and... SHOES!!"
She wanted to collapse into a fetal position in the hole she had dug. But her hunger, and her little fiends would give her no peace. "Must continue digging." Soon she felt a hard, smooth surface under the loose dirt. "Finally!" She bellowed, and began searching for the edges... At last her work was done... She could finally feast upon the flesh calling out to her from this lunch box of gruesome delights...
As she lifted open the heavy lid, moonlight shinned down once more... She feasted her eyes on the smorgasbord that spread across red velvet. But her look of relief soon turned troubled when she noticed what seemed to be scares running down a feminine like arm, fallowed by a deep fresh cut. She gasped in horror when her eyes gazed down upon the pale blue face of the girl responsible for this terrible curse... She felt all hope drain from her as the cold body of salvation laid dead below... She had been digging all night and there was little time left till dawn. She had no choice but to eat something that had a name.... And her name was Heather...
END...
As the tombstone illuminated with the passing moon light, Rachel averted her eyes. She did not want to see the name engraved into it's smooth surface. In life she was a vagan and could not bare the thought of eating something that had a name. She had to stay focused.... For tonight the soil was loose and the meat was fresh...
Oh, the morbid thought tormented her so. But the hunger was too great. Her stomach twisted and squirmed like two serpents mating in a nest of barbed wire... As she paused to catch her breath, she could feel her tiny little friends lurking beneath her skin. Hundreds of them.... Tiny, little maggots slowly consuming her. She found strange comfort in this. As if she were a goddess to them. " After all, what is humanity but an orgy of maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of God..."
As clouds reclaimed the midnight sky, the moonlight dimmed. Rachel regained her strength and pressed on. "Not much farther to go," she said. "Not much farther to the prize at the bottom of the cereal box." As she worked in total darkness her mind wondered, "How could she have done this to me?! That bitch had no right!! No right at all.... And when I find her I'll make her lift this curse, then kick her fat ass!" As Rachel's ranting intensified, she began to dig more fiercely. "Poor little Heather... Everyone makes fun of me.... Maybe they wouldn't if you weren't such a freak!" Rachel had become consumed by her ranting and started shaking her finger at the ground as if lecturing, "And how can you expect people to like you if you don't even like yourself... I mean... c'mon the cuts on your wrist? Another Friday night of self loathing...."
Realizing that she had gotten carried away, she froze... She then looked down at herself. Still wearing hear cheerleading outfit from the night of the homecoming game. The night she stepped out of the locker room and found her standing in the hallway, waiting for her. Dressed in black as usual and holding some book that looked like and old bible... "Excuse me," Rachel said, "But I think psycho 101 is downstairs next to the mental shop." Unimpressed, Heather opened her book and began reciting something in Latin.
Rachel sighed in disgust. And continued to walk past her when Heather exclaimed," Now you will now how it feels to be a freak among the living!" At that moment Rachel felt a piercing headache She became dizzy and blacked out. She could not remember anything more. Just nightly visits to graveyards. Digging up corpses to snack on. With her hand she brushed the capital 'K' on her sweeter, now stained with dirt and blood. She felt her eyes begin to swell with tears and cried out, "Oh God, I miss my life, my friends, parties, boys and... SHOES!!"
She wanted to collapse into a fetal position in the hole she had dug. But her hunger, and her little fiends would give her no peace. "Must continue digging." Soon she felt a hard, smooth surface under the loose dirt. "Finally!" She bellowed, and began searching for the edges... At last her work was done... She could finally feast upon the flesh calling out to her from this lunch box of gruesome delights...
As she lifted open the heavy lid, moonlight shinned down once more... She feasted her eyes on the smorgasbord that spread across red velvet. But her look of relief soon turned troubled when she noticed what seemed to be scares running down a feminine like arm, fallowed by a deep fresh cut. She gasped in horror when her eyes gazed down upon the pale blue face of the girl responsible for this terrible curse... She felt all hope drain from her as the cold body of salvation laid dead below... She had been digging all night and there was little time left till dawn. She had no choice but to eat something that had a name.... And her name was Heather...
END...
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