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So Scary

SO SCARY
Copyright 2017 by E.C. McMullen Jr.

RedDeath

Death: “RON? ALL RIGHT, SERIOUSLY RON, YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME, AND I THINK I SPEAK FOR DEATH WHEN I SAY THIS-”

Death: “WE REALLY SHOULD HAVE A BETTER WAY OF IDENTIFYING OURSELVES.”

Death: “I DON’T SEE WHY. I CAN’T EVER REMEMBER BEING IN THIS SITUATION BEFORE.”

Ron: “It would help me.”

Death: “OH HOW CAN IT POSSIBLY HELP YOU? I MEAN, LOOK AT YOU, YOU HAVE DEATH AT EVERY SHOULDER AND WE’RE NOT EVEN THE ONES YOU’RE AFRAID OF.”

Death: “I’M SLOW AND PAINFUL. TO YOUR RIGHT IS QUICK AND PAINLESS.”

Ron: “I’ll take quick and painless.”

Death: “IT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY.”

Death: “RON, CONSIDER THE FACT THAT THE PRESENCE OF ACTUAL PHYSICAL DEATH AT YOUR SHOULDER IS NOT SCARING YOU AS MUCH AS INTRODUCING YOURSELF TO THAT WOMAN. HONESTLY, I MET YOUR PARENTS. THEY WEREN’T THAT BAD. THIS IS ALL YOUR INVENTION, IN YOUR HEAD.”

Ron: “What if she doesn’t like me? I’ve always been awkward around girls- Women I mean.  I mean, aw hell.”

Death: “RON, YOU’RE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH. SHE’S THE LAST WOMAN. THINK MAN! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO TO MAKE MATTERS ANY WORSE?”

Death: “BESIDES NOT GOING OVER THERE AND INTRODUCING YOURSELF.”

Ron: “I don’t know, guys. Maybe I need to think of a good opening line. One I can practice.”

Death: “DAMN IT, RON. THIS ISN’T WHAT DEATH DOES.”

Death: “WE’RE IN THE BACKGROUND. NEVER SEEN. WE AREN’T MATCH MAKERS.”

Death: “BUT WITHOUT LIFE THERE IS NO DEATH.”

Death: “YOU MUST PROCREATE.”

Ron: “What’s the point? So our kids will raise a family of inbreds?”

Death: “THAT’S REALLY NEITHER HERE NOR THERE TO US, RON.”

Death: “OH HO! THERE’LL BE SOME FREAKS AT FIRST, TO BE SURE. BUT AFTER A FEW GENERATIONS, IT ALL KIND OF SHAKES OUT.”

Death: “MOSTLY SHAKES OUT. THERE’S ALWAYS A FEW GENETIC ‘PROBLEM CHILD’ ABNORMALITIES THAT POP UP IN THE MIX.”

Death: “YEAH, YOU’LL STILL HAVE POLITICIANS.”

Death: “KHEEE!!! HEH! HEH! YOU KILL ME!”

Death: “HEH! HEH!”

Death: “BUT SERIOUSLY: WE DON’T CARE HOW SMART OR SICKLY HUMANS ARE.”

Death: “WE DON’T JUDGE.”

Death: “AND SINCE YOU’RE THE ONLY MAN STILL ALIVE, NEITHER WILL SHE. YOU PRETTY MUCH CAN’T GO WRONG.”

Death: “WELL, EXCEPT FOR THAT TIE. UGH! THAT TIE!”

Death: “YOU JUST TOLD HIM WE DON’T JUDGE.”

Death: “… AH… I’M COMPLEX.”

Ron: “Yaaaahhh!!!”

Death: “HEY! SHH! SHUT UP!!!”

Ron: “You’re both driving me crazy!”

Death: “SHE HEARD YOU, YOU FREAK! YOU WANT HER TO THINK THE LAST MAN IS SOME RAVING MANIAC?”

Ron: “This is delusion! I’m not talking to death or deaths! I’m losing my mind! You’re not real! None of this is-!”

Slow And Painful Death suddenly pushes Ron’s head into the wall.

Ron: “OW! Shit!”

Death: “THERE. THAT WILL EXPLAIN YOUR NOISE. TELL HER THE BUMP IS BECAUSE YOU HURT YOUR HEAD.”

Ron: “You Did  hurt my head! Damn! I’m bleeding.”

Death: “NO, ‘YOU HURT YOUR HEAD’. NOW GET OVER THERE AND MAKE WITH THE SMOOTH TALK.”

Death to the Left pushes Ron out into the light. The woman sees him stumble toward her.

Death: “GOOD THINKING. REASON DIDN’T WORK WITH THAT GUY.”

Death: “BULL BY THE HORNS AND ALL. WELL, THAT’S THAT. THE DOMINOES ARE FALLING AS THEY USED TO SAY.”

Ron (to woman): “Uh, hi, m’am.”

Woman: “M’am? Tch! The name is Tracy. Do you know you’re bleeding? Quite a bump.”

Ron wipes some of the blood away with his palm. Looks at his bloody hand and wipes it on his pants. Tracy watches all of this, judging.

Ron: “Yes, uh… I bumped my head.”

Tracy: “Obviously.”

Ron: “I… I’m Ron.”

Tracy (sarcastically): “I asked?”

Unsure, Ron looks back to the two deaths in the shadows. They throw up their bony arms in disbelief.

Death (whispering): “Oh! Don’t Draw Attention To Us, You Ass!”

Tracy: “What are you looking at? You have friends back there?”

Ron: “What? Oh no. No. I’m the last man on earth.”

Tracy pulls a cigarette out of her purse. Ron fumbles in his pockets, looking for matches or a lighter, though he knows he has neither. Tracy wags a finger at him, a lighter in her palm, and deftly lights her cigarette.

Tracy: “Last man on earth, huh? God must hate me.”

Slow on the uptake, Ron chooses to laugh, cautiously. The two Deaths, standing in the dark, cannot believe what they’re hearing.

Tracy: “So tell me, am I the last woman on earth?”

Ron: “Yes. We’re the only ones left.”

Tracy: “Uh huh. And just how do you know this?”

Ron: “Death told me.”

The cigarette nearly drops from Tracy’s mouth. The two deaths face palm.

Death: “Oh For The Love Of -!”
Death: “Can You Believe This?”

Tracy takes the cigarette from her mouth, swats away an errant bug attracted to the flame.

Tracy: “Death told you.”

Ron: “Both of them.”

Tracy: “Really. Well, I’ll tell you what.”

Tracy draws a pistol from her purse.

Tracy: “You scurry right back over there to your shadows and I’ll leave you to this filthy dump. I catch you following me and I’ll pop one of these lead berries right into that bleeding bubble on your bean. Got that?”

Ron nods nervously, backing up and staring in terror at the gun barrel.

Death: “WELL, WE HAD A GOOD RUN. AT LEAST WE’RE STILL THE DEATH OF THE LOWER LIFE FORMS.”

Death: “THOSE TWO ARE THE LOWEST LIFE FORMS. CAN WE BREAK WITH TRADITION FOR ONCE AND JUST PUT THEM OUT OF THEIR MISERY? NOW?”

Death: “ONLY IF I GET RON.”

Death: “Damn! UH… ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS?”

Death: “YEAH, SURE.”

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

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WOLF AND OLD WOMAN

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Art Photography by Sarolta Bán

WOLF AND OLD WOMAN
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

The Old Woman walked among the trees. She wasn’t sure how far she had come, probably not that far. They could find her easy if they were looking, but hopefully she wasn’t missed yet. She was doing her own business and that was nobody else’s business.

She came out of the forest into a field of Savannah and dried, cakey mud. Insects flew about and seemed to take no notice of her. She couldn’t recall the last time she enjoyed direct sunlight on her face.

In the distance she saw a mound of trash and headed toward it. It was a clump of junk that had weathered many rains, maybe many seasons.

Off to the side of the junk and on its own, someone had dumped an old bus stop bench near the clutter. The Old Woman worked to push it over upright. She tested it. Perfectly serviceable she decided. Nothing wrong with it but age.

There was a clump of papers among the trash and the Old woman found a sun bleached magazine. The ink remained legible enough, and she had nothing better to do, so she sat down and began reading.

The Wolf came along.

The Old Woman saw its arrival on the outskirts of her vision, but didn’t acknowledge it. If it was The Wolf, it would stay. If it was just A Wolf, it would leave. So what difference did it make?

The Wolf stopped before the Old Woman and waited. It sniffed the air but found nothing of interest. The Wolf scratched all her itches, bit at all her fleas, chewed away all of the burrs, and stayed alert.

The Wolf wasn’t tame and, despite the truce with this one, the Old Woman was still a human. So it stayed on guard, poised on all four feet.

The earth moved, the sun warmed it, birds flew, and no one came looking for the Old Woman.

The Wolf didn’t have a mind for counting time however, and grew bored. Finally it spoke,

Wolf: “Is forever?”
Old Woman: “Hm?”
Wolf: “This waiting. Is forever feels like?”
Old Woman: “You’re more impatient than a child.”
Wolf: “Human child. Not human or child. No care.”

Silence

Old Woman: “To answer your question, this is not forever, though it certainly is longer than I expected.”
Wolf: “Should help you along?”
Old Woman: “You’d better not! We just have to wait. The blemish will pass over me soon, and then this worn out old package will be garbage.”
Wolf: “Blemish?”
Old Woman: “Death is a shadow: a spot. Throughout the life of all things, through the minutes, hours, and days, our daily potential deaths randomly move all around us: And we between them. The longer we live, the larger our spots grow, the more numerous they become, until it’s difficult to avoid them.”
Wolf: “Darkness comes.”
Old Woman: “Yes. For all of us. Mine must be pretty large these days.”
Wolf: “No, darkness comes now.”
Old Woman: “What? Where?”
Wolf: “There. See it? Moves like cloud over ground.”
Old Woman: “I can’t see it!”
Wolf: “Smell your fear. Fear and… something else.”
Old Woman: “So? I should…! Okay. Yes, I’m afraid. I didn’t think I… well, I guess we’re never really ready for it. I go to you. I go to you! I go to you!
Wolf: “What you say?”
Old Woman: “My mantra! Imprints my life. Once death takes me I won’t have any brain to think with. I’ll be disoriented, so I…  my life must know that I go to you to complete this. I go to you! I go to you! I go to you!  I go – !”

Wolf saw the shadow touch Old Woman and pour into her as water down a hole. Her old body fell over and her life stood, briefly protected by the shade of its death.

Wolf: “Come, human life, fulfill pact. Be born among my children to pay your debt.”
Life: “I Go To You.”

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Art Photography by Sarolta Bán. Find PhotoAllegory of Sarolta Bán at Facebook.


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Want more? Buy

PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

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.