A Very Scarey Story


Posted by Joseph on October 24, 2005 at 23:19:27:

For those who remember, the original version of this story was posted at Necrobabes a few years back and is still archived there for anyone who cares to compare versions. It has been revised.

Enjoy.

"A Very Scarey Story" - Revised 10/25/05 (C,F,Staked)
By Joseph

Have you ever really been scared? I mean really scared. I mean really, really, really scared to the point you thought your was goin' to die or worse.

Well my friends, turn all the lights on and grab a cup of something to bolster your courage. Cause now I gots my story hat on and I is gonna tell ya a scary story if I have anything to say about it. And, of course "I Dooooooo".

Once upon a time............. long, long ago............, on a dark night just like the one outside your window, a cold fog was rollin' in. It was creepin' slow, up the valley. It reached out with it's icy fingers and everything it touched was wrapped in a coffin of ice. There was somethin' ominous about this........this fog as I struggled to see into the darkness beyond the hood of my old pickup truck that night.

I had just moved North and I lived all alone at the end of a lonely lane. Didn't have no girl friend or nothin', fact is didn't have no friends at all, cept' this damn preacher. He'd come round once and a while, and when he did, I'd unload on him somethin' awful every time. Still, he kept comin' and listen'n, and when I was done rantin' and a raven, and usin' every four letter word I could think of, he'd smile, say a little prayer askin' God to bless me, and be on his way till next time.

Well the road, she was narrow and the brush and trees, they grew right up to the shoulder so dense it would swallow ya all up without givin' it a second thought if ya strayed at all. The deep ruts made the goin' slow and rough, and as I inched along in the thickening soup of mist, I promised myself that I was gonna' give them County Supervisors hell in the mornin' for not gradin' the damn thing.

Well, I still had about a mile to go when my truck started a missin', and for I had time to fart, the blame thing up and quit on me.

Shit! Out of gas, and I was stranded out in the middle of nowhere, and I mean nowhere.

Well as I thought of that preacher, and all his prayin', I gots' madder and madder till I looks up to the Heavens and screams, "God, if you was really real and give a damn, least ya' coulda done is give me a good woman."

First time I think I prayed ever. Well, when the engine died, so did my lights cause the battery, she was already pretty much shot, and of course, I didn't have no flashlight.

Can you see it? Sittin all alone in the dark, with the fog so thick it was hard to see your hand in front of your face. No one knowin' you're out here, and no one to even care!

"Nope", I said to myself, "No one's comin' down this road tonight." So I started walkin'.

Have ya ever thought that ya had made a mistake after ya started to do somethin', but it was toooo late cause ya already done it?

Well folks, that's the way I felt after I took about three steps into that soup of a fog and slipped in that darn rut. Fell flat out on my face in the icy water and mud. Took the breath clean out of my body and sent my spectacles a flyin' off into the bushes. Said my second prayer in my life after that, but it really ain't somethin' I'd want to repeat.

Well when I picked myself up, I looked for my specks, but could see nothin' but fog so I decided to go back to the truck and tough it out until mornin'. Problem was though, I couldn't find my truck. Strange, cause I hadn't gone that far. Where was the bloody thing. I kept walkin', but still no truck. Guess I must have got turned around when I fell.

"Nothin" to worry about," I says to myself. I'll just backtrack.

Well, after walkin' a while, I'm gettin' a little nervous, cause I should have found my truck by now. It's cold out here and between the muddy water in the ruts, this fog, and the ice on everything, I'm chilled to the bone and startin' to shiver like crazy.

I say to myself, "Self, a good woodsman would stop and make a fire."

Problem is, I ain't a good woodsman - Noooo matches. I'm all upset with myself and really talk'n to God now, caus' I'm freezen to death if I don't find my truck pretty soon.

Well, that's when I hear somethin' behind me. I freeze in mid-stride and I'm wishin' my heart would quit poundin' so loud so I could hears' better. I'm hopin' that what I think I heard, I didn't.

Think about it for a while and I bet the hair will stand up on the back of your neck just like it did on mine; and them little goose bumps will rise up on your arms as the shiver runs down your spine, just like mine did. Have ya ever been there? Scared yet? You will be.

My nose started to run and I could feel my eyes gettin' wet as I strained to hear that sound again. I wanted to turn around, but was afraid of what I might see. Then..., then I heard it again. Standing there in the darkest of dark, completely alone, and lost in that miserable fog, I heard it...,again! A very deep, low growl that started out quiet but then grew in intensity.

Folks, this wasn't the type of growl that a dog makes to warn ya to stay back when he's a knaw'n on his bone. Noooooooo, this was the sound a mad beast makes as it tenses and gathers itself for the kill.

It was hard to judge, but what ever it was sounded like it was almost on top of me. T'was all I could do to mustered up the courage to turned around,and when I finally did all I could see in the fog was two burnin' green eyes. The longer I stared, the more fierce the growlin' become' until I knew the only chance I had was to run for my life.

Well folks, I threw myself sideways off the side of the road and tumbled down the steep embankment At the bottom of a small ravine, I hit the ground a runnin'. I had no idea where I was goin', and no idea what I was runnin' from. I only knew I had to keep on runnin' if I was gonna live. I ran until there was no more run in me. Even in the cold mist of the fog, my lungs were burnin' like crazy.

I says to myself, "Self, you gots to get in better shape." Then I crashed into a dense thicket and tried to make myself invisible.

Well, layin' there on the ground, I brought my knees up to my chest and curled into a ball so as to protect the important parts if ya' know what I mean, and as my breathin' began to slow and my vision became accustomed to the dark, I found myself starin' straight into a maze of spider webs.

Well folks, have you ever seen a male Black Widow spider. Me neither, that's caus' there ain't none. The Widow, she comes runnin' cross her web at the first sign of vibration. Slowly at first, but then runnin' as she hurries to give Pa her poisonous kiss.

Well that's what these lonely ladies was doin' as my breath rustled their webs. They was com'in a courtin. As I watched them shinny black bodies and them little red hour glass move towards me, I realized that there was hundreds of em'. That their webs was all around me!

Imagine findin' yourself in the middle of a nest of Black Widow spiders knowin' that Mama's home! As I laid there under the thicket, I could almost feeeeeel them crawlin' down my neck and up my pants and scared as I was of the beast, these little ladies terrified me more, so I rolled out from under the thicket and frantically brushed myself off.

Well I had just finished my little dance in the middle of a small clearin' when I looked around and see'in them green eyes again, took off runnin'. Can't tell ya where I found my wind, but I was a movin'. That is, I was a movin' til' I run off that darn blame ledge. Then, I was a fallin' or ya might call it flyin' if ya count the way I was a flappin' my arms.

Can ya imagine it? Fallin' and not knowin' how far. It was like I run off the edge of the world. As I dropped down through that cold fog, I let out a yell, but no one was there to hear it, and as I hit the water I broke through a thin layer of ice and plunged down into the icy depths below. Can't tell ya how cold it was, cept' that it made me stop a screamin' right now.

Down, down, down I went until I stuck in the muddy bottom of the pit. The muddy soup she grabbed hold of me and held on fast. As the pressure began to build in my lungs, I tried to break free but my boots was stuck good. The cold was a sappin' my strength somethin' awful and I thought of givin' up, but as I thought of them little fishy's and snappin turtles nibblin' on my beautiful body after I died I give it one more tug and left them boots a standin' right there at the bottom of that pit as I floated back to the surface with a shit eatin grin on my face for bein' cleaver enough to cheat Old Man Death himself.

That's when I hit my head on the ice. Can ya see yourself thinkin' ya was saved and then clawin' at the ice because ya' ain't. Crawlin' along it like them lonely little ladies in the bushes clingin' to their webs as ya search for the hole to get back out. Ever thought what it would be like to be trapped under the ice needin' to breathe and knowin' that the breath of life was only ½ inch away. Well as I watched my last breath bubble out between my tremblin' blue lips, I suddenly realized I was gonna float right there under the ice till spring.

Guess that's when I done had my out of the body experience! Except, my body come with me. Somethin' broke through the ice, grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, and pulled me straight up and out of the water. Then I was flyin' again, my arms flappin' just a pretty as can be till' I come crashin' down at the edge of the pit. Lyin' there a suckin' breath after breath into my starved lungs, with the steam a risin' from my jeans, I thought I was dead; cept' dead people don't hurt so bad.

Well, that's when I sees' them again. Glowin' there in the fog was them same piercin' green eyes.

I says to myself, "Self, this just ain't been your day." Rollin' over real slow like, I tried to play dead; and that was pretty easy, cause I was half dead already.

Folks, ain't it awful when ya' knows somethin' bad has moved in over ya', and ya' can feel the hot breath on the back of my neck. Kinda'like a woman in heat.

The beast's lips was close, real close; and when it grabbed me by the shoulder and started draggin' me off, I knew I was goin' to supper but ya' wasn't goin' to enjoy it. Guess that's when I...I wet myself. Oh, the horror of it all, a grown man pissin' in his pants.

Well, I was dragged like forever up and over and out of the pit until I found myself back in that same little clearing next to that same little thicket with them same Black Widow Spiders. It wasn't till I saw their little black bodies reflectin' in the moon light that I realized the fog had lifted. As the beast dropped me, I noticed thorny rose bush was growin' next to the thicket. Guess I must have been in too much of a hurry to stop and enjoy the roses on my first visit.

Well folks, against that backdrop of decaying leaves, one last lonely last rose reminded me of myself; and as I reached out to snap it's long thorny stem, I wondered if my neck would make the same kind of sound when the beast tore out my throat.

Can't you just feel them sharp teeth sinkin' into your throat just under your chin and then clampin' down tight so ya can't get any air? Can ya feel your heart startin' to pump harder as it tries to pump more and more blood to compensate for the air ya ain't gettin'? Then as your struggles grow weaker so does your heart. Beatin' slower...and....slower until it misses one...beat and...then a....nother until it stops...s...s..s.s to leave a roarin' silence in your ears.

Well folks, that's what I was a think'n as the beast rolled me over. My eyes was closed tight, but then I says to myself,

"Self, at least look the damn thing in the eye for ya' die."

Well, first thing I saw when I opened my baby blues was the full moon and then the stars. And the next:

"Buffy?"

The girl of my dreams was kneelin' over me. Her soft gentle hand lightly brushin' back the hair from my eyes as she carefully wiped the mud off my cheek. Then she bent down and pressed her warm lips to mine and kissed me like you can't believe. Wow, if I had died right then and there, I would have died a happy man. But, I didn't die. I just looked up into those green, green eyes as she pulled her white blouse over her head.

"Buffy?"

She never said a word but I could hear her talkin' quietly to me as she arched her back to stretch her magnificent torso. Then gathering me up in her arms, she pressed me to her firm breasts and tickled my ear with her tongue as her little finger played with the hair on my chest.

"There is a God," I whispered as she looked to down into my eyes. Then without speaking, I heard her say, "One of us must die tonight. I must spill your blood to live, or you must spill mine."

"The Lord giveth..., and the Lord taketh away." I said in my mind.

Smiling, Buffy took the rose I had broken off, and smelling it's sweet aroma, set the sharp point of the broken stem over her heart.

As I looked up into her burning green eyes, her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"There is only one way you can kill a Slayer."

As she took my hand and placed in over hers on the rose, I heard her tortured soul cryin' out as she pressed herself into my arms.

"Please, please release me."

As I pressed sharp point of the broken stem to the gentle contour of her left breast, I looked into her burning green eyes. They were gentle and wild at the same time. Burning with life, but also deadly cold with a fierceness that chilled me to the bone.

Buffy clutched for her heart as the soft petals of the rose kissed her ivory breast. Then as her heart's blood trickled into the shallow valley between her breasts, her hand fell away as her eyes fixed in death.

As I stood lookin' down at Buffy's coolin' corpse, I tried to make sense of it all. I had just killed Buffy. Buffy, the super hero of all the super heros (or is that super heroins). What would her fans do now? And worse yet, who was going to protect all of us from the Undead? She had asked me to kill her. It had been self defense; but who would believe me. Not know'n what else to do, I rolled Buffy's body into the pit and watched until it sank beneath the icy waters to settle next to my boots.

My boots! Oh God, when they find Buffy, they will find my boots . Can you imagine how scared you would be? Waiting for someone to discover her body and then wonderin' if they are goin' to send the divers down and find your boots.

What will it be like when they strap ya to the gurney? When they wheel ya into the execution chamber? The room is small, so I hope ya ain't claustrophobic. Slippin' that needle into your arm and dyin' all alone.

What will you think about as you watch the drops start to fall; as ya wait for the potassium nitrate to hit your heart; as your your heart stops beat'n and your fingers start to slowly uncurl and go a twitch'n, as the Doc shines his light into them fixed and dialated eye's of yours as he presses his stethoscope to your breast?

I thought of the preacher and what kept sayin'. "Does ya' know if your goin' to Heaven or Hell? If ya don't, that otta' scare the bajeebers out of ya; cause forever is a long time."

Well folks, don't know bout' you, but that's when I seen the light. Started prayin' for all I was worth right then and there. Might say the Hell was scared clean out of me

Don't know how I ended up back at my truck. Maybe it was my guardian angle, but when I crawled up in the cab, my specks was layin' right there on the dash. Road crew found me early the next mornin' stiff as a board and frozen to the seat. Guess I'll have to take back all them bad things I was goin' to tell them um caus' they was the one's that pried me loose and rushed me to the hospital.

Laid thar' teterin' tween' here and the hear after for three days for they finally brought me back from the dead. And when I finally did come back, there was that IV in my arm; and...and a hand pressin' a stethoscope to my chest.

When I look up, there was the pretties Lady Doc I ever did see. Took my breath clean away. As she held the stethoscope to my breast, her eyes were closed, like she was pray'n, but her little finger was gently play'n with hairs on my chest.

As the Doc was listen'n to my heart, I couldn't help myself. The gentle swell of her breast was risin' and fallin', risin' and fallin', risin' and fallin'; and God forgive me, I stole a peak neath her blouse.

"Buffy?"

As she opened her eyes, I felt a shiver run through my body as I stared at the little scar over her heart, as I looked up into her burning green eyes.

Have you ever really been scared? I mean really scared. I mean really, really, really scared to the point you thought your was goin; to die or worse.

The End (Or Maybe the Beginning of Another Story)