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A New Man

ManWithSkull

A NEW MAN

Gumoc nodded. At 43 he was old enough to know of the catches and fine print with any transaction.

“What’s the total cost of the deal?”

The saleswoman began itemizing. “Well, with the three weeks of induced coma, round the clock care -”

“I asked for the total cost,” Gumoc repeated.

“You’re looking at $150,000 complete out of pocket.”

Gumoc held the skull up to the light. He held it with both hands, nearly caressing it. For a moment in this world there was only Gumoc and this skull. He’d admired this head for months. This was the skull that Gumoc felt best represented his mind, his character, his essence. Finally his brain, his eyes, everything he was would be within this skull.

Okay, not this skull, it was just a Showroom model, but this design, grown especially for him and free from the bone disease closing his throat, pushing out of his face and into his brain.

He would kill to be free of the pain. He had killed to raise the money for the operation and would kill again if he had to.

‘Well,’ Gumoc amended to himself. ‘Within reason.’

Gumoc felt guiltless in committing murder as his victims were as vicious as himself, only without his personal empathy.

They brutalized people because they enjoyed the suffering of others. Gumoc killed only for the money to cure his agony.

He turned the skull around in his hands, getting to know what would soon be a part of him.

The saleswoman stayed silent, as this was part of the sale, allowing the customer to sell themselves on the product.

Gumoc stole money from only two well-heeled criminals, but such people have their walls of security and Gumoc was required to murder 14 to rob two.

With so much death, Gumoc, in his single minded zeal, came to enjoy murdering people. Death after death, there grew a sense of accomplishment and pride in the work ethic of it all. This enjoyment was tempered with a casual sense of justice: these were brutal thugs who harmed innocent people. They were the only two truly bad people he knew, though the city must be full of them.

‘No, wait,’ Gumoc thought. He set the skull on the saleswoman’s desk.

She looked up to him ready to finalize the deal, only to see that Gumoc’s expression was unreadable.

‘I don’t enjoy murder.’ Gumoc told himself. ‘It’s the disease talking. The bone squeezing my brain like a sponge, twisting me into cruelty.’

A part of him didn’t want this skull anymore. It no longer represented his true nature.

Gumoc scanned the other skulls in the case behind the Saleswoman. He looked for something, something… tougher. Hard set. Something to match the face reflected in the glass.

‘No,’ he self-corrected again. ‘That face is not mine. That face is the disease.’

The bone of his thickening skull was fractioning his personality, making him work against his better judgement.

“I’ll take it!” Gumoc nearly shouted. The saleswoman nearly jumped. “How soon can we begin?” he asked.

“If you sign today we can set the surgery for two weeks from now on the…” she double checked her calendar. “18th.”

Gumoc pounded his fist on her desk. “No! It must be sooner!” He was a human being, damn it. Not a cog, not a piece of equipment to be fitted in at the “right time”.

The saleswoman was clearly taken aback. “It can’t be any sooner,” she protested. “You’ve only now made your choice. We have to take your tissue sample to grow your DNA for your new skull. Even with accelerated growth you can only push human biology so far.”

Gumoc, breathing heavily, worked to calm himself.

“Of course,” he said. ‘Of course,’ he repeated in thought. ‘What the saleswoman said made sense. Perfect sense. All the sense in the world but, holy shit! Two more weeks!’

His emotions were all over the place and he rested his gnarled hands upon his knees to contain himself. He wanted to curl up right there on the salesroom floor and cry. He wanted to cry because a frightening ugliness was growing in his head. An anti-Gumoc ugliness that was becoming him. This Gumoc that once stood in the shadows was confidently stepping into the light. It mockingly looked upon Gumoc’s sense of self, his personal code of honor, with smirking disdain.

This new Gumoc, emboldened by so much murder, didn’t draw the line between the innocent and the guilty. Such matters were arbitrary facades to him.

Where old Gumoc was a massive but gentle giant of a man, this new Gumoc reveled in his power over others. He noted the effect that slamming his fist on the desk had on the Saleswoman. He saw how she went from fixating on her sale and her commission to shrinking back in her chair and just wanting him out of there. He made her remember that she was a frightened animal of the woods, one who hides in silence when the bear approaches.

This Gumock fantasized about holding the saleswoman’s neck in his powerful right hand and, so he could enjoy her helpless terror, her delightfully agonized awareness of her own death, slowly digging his thumb into her throat until he pinched her head like a mushroom cap right off of her body.

Real Gumoc forced away the satisfied smile that began to curl upon his deformed features. Steadying his hand he signed the paperwork.

‘Two more weeks. My God! Two more weeks!’

– E.C. McMullen Jr.

Inspired by the Jusepe de Ribera painting, Man With Skull


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CAT WATCH

catCAT WATCH
Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.

I don’t believe in magic, so what happened to us after the fire I can only chalk up to a reality I’ve never experienced, that can be rationally explained by science beyond my understanding.

The night before the fire our little house was rumbled by thunderstorms – lightening storms to be accurate I guess. It was all more electric than rain. Living in a farm house about 3o miles from our nearest neighbor and around 100 from the nearest town, we thought it was safest to stay indoors and not attempt driving to a safer place.

The next day we awoke to smoke.

Connie bounced off of the bed, her feet already moving, in air, before she touched floor. She ran to the window, throwing the curtains aside.

“Our farm’s on fire!”

Fearing the worst, we got on the roof. Everywhere we looked our fields of sorghum were ablaze. We were surrounded by fire.

Thinking fast I ran to the tractor to hitch the furrow while Connie got to the water pump and brought it to full pressure.

The fire closed the circle around us, but at a safe distance I followed the closing circumference of the ring, digging a shallow trench of dry moat around our house. Connie tossed the water hoses into the ditch. Then, all we could do was wait as the water slowly filled the moat.

Our house was the axis pin of the approaching fire, our livestock were getting fidgety, and I didn’t want them running into the fire to escape. it. Animals make weird choices in a panic so, except for the chickens, we tied all the livestock to the posts closest to the house.

Firebug embers floated overhead.

“We should have watered down the house,” Connie said.
“I know,” I answered. “One thing at a time.”

I ran to the wheelhouse where we kept all of our fire extinguisher canisters. Though a fire this large was unheard of, crop fire isn’t an unknown quantity on the farm.

The heat created a smoke typhoon, choking us, so back to the inside we went. Either the moat was going to work or it wasn’t. Whatever was going to happen now was out of our hands.

We opened our front door and the cat ran out.

I should correct myself.

At that time in our lives, “a” cat ran out, as we didn’t own a cat.

She ran out of our house, tail in the air like a question, and toward the moat and fire. Not knowing what was going on, but instinctive to me as a man born and raised on a farm, I immediately ran after it to bring her back to the relative safety of the house. You gotta save the livestock.

She ran through a still dry part of the moat and right to the fire’s edge. Where she approached – and this is what knocked me for a loop so hard I could only stop dead and stand there, jaw agape – the fire stopped, then retreated.

She slowed to a walk and instead of running toward one part of it, she walked along the edge of the ring. The fire backed away, the circle began widening. She walked the large ring around our house and the fire not only retreated, it shrank. That part makes sense to me. It already consumed the fuel of our fields behind it. It had nowhere else to go.

In an hour the fire was out. In two hours the smoke stopped. In the distance, we could make out the rest of the fireline still burning as it moved in the opposite direction away from us and into adjacent farms. The circle widened as far as the eye could see. We became an oasis.

The cat that had saved us, now our cat, sat on her haunches near one side of the burnt rim. And there she stays to this day.

She never moves away from that rim, even when it rains. And when it does rain, there’s no more lightning.

Year after year our circle grows as the crops on our land extend a little further out into the char, and they grow well. That’s good because, for whatever reason, neither Connie or me can step beyond the circle of plant life and into the burnt area. It’s not like we bump against a wall. More like we try to move into the burnt ash and our bodies just won’t obey.

It’s the same with our livestock. Nothing that can walk or fly moves into the ash. Hopefully in time, the ring of plants will extend enough that the burnt circle isn’t there any more. Connie and I would love to see our friends and family again.

In the meantime, at least we’re alive.

Electricity works, but not the phones, the Internet, no communication at all. I’m glad we have so many books.

Another weird thing is our kitchen. All of our food in the cupboard never runs out. Not the flour, the rice, the coffee, nothing. It’s always full.

As for the cat, she never seems to eat. If I go out to her, she appreciates a kindly pet on the head or scratching her back a bit. She purrs, but remains at her post. She stays there at the edge of the circle, staring at the charred rim as if defying whatever is on the burnt side to confront her.

One more thing I should write down here is, we never named her. To us she’s The Cat. The Cat who came into our lives at just the right moment. Considering the circumstances, we feel we belong to her as much as she belongs to us.

Fact of the matter is, she’s the one who chose to come into our lives and she’ll be the one who chooses when to leave.

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Art & Artist: Unknown. If you can prove you are the artist, please contact me and I’ll credit you.


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That’s Vita!

THAT’S VITA!
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2016VirgilFinlay

Vita raised her open hands to her pet bat, Jasper.

On the palm of Vita’s right hand was a magic marker drawing of an insect. Jasper loved eating insects. If he chose that hand, Vita would reward him with all of the delicious insects he could eat in one night.

On the open palm of her left hand was a drawing of a grape. Jasper was not a fruit bat and, even if he was, Vita only grew sour grapes.

All of this was academic, however, because Jasper’s eyesight was quite poor and he relied almost entirely on echolocation and his sense of smell.

Echolocation couldn’t differentiate between the two drawings and his sense of smell only told him that the ink used was alcohol based.

So the odds were 50-50 and Jasper, being a bat, was poor at odds-making. Still, while only able to think with his bat brain, a rudimentary suspicion was dawning on poor Jasper.

‘Vita è una cagna.’

END
Story, THAT’S VITA!, Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Inspired by the Artwork of  Virgil Finlay.


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my Rick and Morty meme

There are many Rick and Morty memes, but this one is mine.

Actually, Rick and Morty don’t belong to me and this image may not ever become a meme in the strictest Dawkinian sense of the word.

So just take it for what it is. Use it for whatever bureaucratic waste of life, time, and money applies.

Rick-Morty-BoondoggleAnd yeah, it’s pretty chatty for a meme, but Rick’s a chatty guy.


WHO ARE THEY?

Back in 2012, after decades of searching, I finally found out who They were.

They.

They were so arrogant, so smug in their anonymity, that bypassing their security was a breeze.

They woke to find me standing in the dark at the foot of their beds.

Their brazen over-confidence sold them out and I quickly executed every single one in the house.

They died cowering in screams and tears.

The noise of my unmerciful rampage brought the cops almost immediately, but not quick enough to stop me. I surrendered my weapons without incident and was handcuffed.

The arresting officers took a good long look around at my bloody carnage.

Then one said, “Wait… wait a minute. That’s … this is Them isn’t it?”

I shook my head. “No. This is They.”

“They?” said the other officer. “THE They?”

I nodded. Both officers took a second look.

“It really is…” the first whispered in awe. “Shit. It’s really They.”

A moment passed in silence. I felt the cuffs click off of my wrists.

“Go on…”

“Get out of here.”

I didn’t need to be told again. I got the hell out as fast as I could.

They were finished. All the misery: all the foul, evil things They said and They did was done. They would never control you, me, and the Dostoevskys of the world again.

That was a long time ago, but I’m not through yet.

I’m still looking for Them.

END

(inspired by Alessandra Bava)


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THINGS THE FIRE LEFT US

DragonSkullThe forest fire of the past week flooded to within mere yards of my backyard. I’d used a foot pump to siphon water from my pool and keep the treeline at the edge of my yard wet. It worked.

What most people don’t know about fires is, some plants endure it amazingly well. Many types of pine tree need fire as part of their breeding process.

A few days after the conflagration, I took my new girlfriend, Hope, through the smoky ruins of the forest behind my house.

Everything was damaged to some degree, though I knew by now which plants were killed and which ones would merely heal, adapt, and regrow.

We walked through the smoking, eerie aftermath of Hell.

“My God!” Hope suddenly exclaimed, and I looked to where her fear sharpened eyes were staring.

To her it must have looked like the burnt, thorny stalks of a rose bush. Except where the rose bud would be, there was miniature human skull, it’s delicate fleshy covering now burned away to bone.

Terror galloped through her voice, pulling a hayride of Horror behind it. “WHAT kind of a plant is THAT? Hope gasped.

I shrugged, “A face plant.”

RimShot

END

Photograph – I searched extensively around the Internet, but though I found many websites with this photo (Bored Panda, Pulptastic), none had – or knew – the proper credit. If you are the photographer and can prove it, I’ll link your name here.


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FIRST MONSTER

NosferatuXXXFIRST MONSTER
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

Deep into the night while everyone slept, five year old Ankar sat on the foot of his bed.

His feet dangled over the floor as his hands firmly gripped the edge, ready to launch himself off … if need be.

Meanwhile, with his head tilted slightly to the left, so his ear was pointed to the source, Ankar gave his closet door a wary look.

Something moved in there, the soft noise woke him up. Now there was silence but Ankar was certain that, whatever it was, was biding its time.

It waited for Ankar to let down his guard.

Ankar was pretty sure he knew what was in his closet. The same thing he saw with his Uncle Terry that night his parents were out on a date. Over fresh hot popcorn and cool lemonade, they watched an old movie with music and nothing else. No color, no talking, no noises, just the music and moving pictures. His Uncle Terry insisted Ankar read the title cards out loud as they came up.

“Why can’t we hear them when they talk?”

“That’s how people talked to each other back then before sound,” his Uncle Terry said.

“But they have sound. Music is sound.”

“Just watch,” Uncle Terry said. “History is important.”

Ankar was certain the monster in the movie was the monster in his closet.

A noise!

Ankar leaned closer, his ear turned and tuned ever more toward the closet, but not so turned that he couldn’t see it from the corner of his eyes.

A rustling sound.

A monster was in there.

No, THE monster was in there.

All the other times, when Ankar ran to his parent’s bedroom, pleading, pulling on his father to catch the monster, the creature escaped before they returned, making Ankar look dumb.

Ankar wouldn’t let the monster get away this time.

There it was again!

Within the closet, the hangars clattered against each other. Ankar was sure of it: something rustled amongst his clothes.

He launched himself off his bed.

He walked toward his door.

Ankar was brave. Ankar was scared. He was ready to run should that closet door open without him.

Having crossed the floor, Ankar stood before his closet door.

His bedroom door was open and he stood in the dim rectangle of light from the hall. It gave him courage. He wasn’t entirely in the dark. Not like he was on his bed.

As quietly as he could, Ankar gripped the closet door handle and slowly, as noiselessly as possible, he turned it.

The door came forward from its frame a bit.

It was now or never.

Ankar opened his closet door wide.

Blackness, nothing but dark in his closet.

So dark he couldn’t even see his clothes. Ankar nearly sighed in frustration. Fooled again.

Yet … the light through his bedroom door, from the hall …

Ankar thought, ‘Wait. There is enough light here. Why can’t I see my clothes?’

His small body trembled at the thought. Apprehensively, he slowly raised his face to look up at the towering darkness …

Where a hideous white face at the top, nearly glowing, smiled down at him.

This face smiled without a trace of kindess: Malevolent not Benevolent.

It was the creature from the movie. His monster: Nosferatu.

Ankar wanted to run, but feared he’d be easily caught and, whatever the monster had in mind, it would be so much worse if he ran.

But he had to do something!

“My Pop says you’re not real.”

For but a finger flick moment, the creature’s consummately confident, predatory smile froze then faltered. Its enormously wild hairy eyebrows subtly drew in with concern. Then it regained its composure.

“But,”  it grinned. “What does your Mother say?”

“She told me to ask my Pop.”

Ever. So. Slightly, the Nosferatu’s features crumbled again. This was apparently not good news. Once again the creature thought a happy thought – a private thought that was happy for it – and its evil smile returned.

“Yet here we are,”  the thing grinned so wide that its sharply prominent, ratty teeth, displayed. “So all that really matters is, what do you think?”

The question chilled Ankar into shivering. The creature’s two front teeth were long and sharp as nails. Neither his Mom or Pop were here to protect him from something that wasn’t real, and here was something that looked very real!

“I think-“

“Yesss?”  The creature interrupted him, dragging out the word, the smile stretching.

Doubtfully Ankar continued, “- under the circumstances -“

“Ye-ess?” the creature cut off Ankar again, drawing its white, hideously clawed hands from where it had hid them in its sleeves. It spread its spindly fingers out, the long razor claws slicing the air into whispers. Each claw pointed toward Ankar’s face. The Nosferatu wanted to terrify the child into paralyzed fear.

“I think I should do what my Pop says.”  Ankar finished.

“Ah shi-!”  The creature  *popped*  out of existence.

Surprised that it worked, Ankar stared dumbfounded at the clothes in his closet.

A shadow fell across him!

Ankar looked toward his open bedroom door!

His Pop, half asleep and holding a glass of water, stopped in front of his son’s open door. Pop’s hair was pillow pulled into an unruly wave of bed head. A bristle of beard growth dirtied his face, and his eyes blinked and squinted at Ankar. His child, standing wide-awake in the middle of the night in front of his open closet. Pop sussed the situation.

“Monster again?”

“Yeah sir.”

“Did you do what I told you?”

“Yeah sir.”

“Did it work?”

With awed wonder, for Ankar was effectively surprised that it did, he said, “Yeah…!”

Ankar’s Pop made a Click-Click sound in his mouth, pointed his index finger at Ankar with a thumb’s up, and said.

“Told ya.”

Ankar turned to stare at his amazing, pudgy hero, while Pop closed the door against the hall light. As the rectangle light squeezed thin across Ankar’s amazed face, he heard his hero say,

“Now go to bed.”

END

FIRST MONSTER, copyright 2013, E.C. McMullen Jr.
Artwork: FIRST MONSTER. Artist, Feo Amante.
Music while writing,
Edvard Grieg – In The Hall Of Mountain King
http://youtu.be/hDi8Smb4KeI

If you enjoyed this short story, watch the further adventures of Ankar in the online short film, THE NIGHT MY MONSTER DIED.

Then read more about Ankar in, CEDO LOOKED LIKE PEOPLE, in the anthology Fear The Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available in Print and eBook at Amazon and Barnes & Noble!

“Cedo Looked Like People” – E.C. McMullen Jr.: A boy’s strange next door night- and day-divided neighbors make for equally strange – and later disturbing – friendships. This Ray Bradbury-esque is one of the most memorable and one of the more original stories I’ve read in a long time.”
Amazon Reviewer


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Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
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Crave still more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.