Bloody Noises
got bored and wrote a lil' somthing... hope ya like it
Bloody Noises
The noises hadn’t bothered you before, but now they were getting annoying. You lay in your bed, wrapping your pillow around your head to block it out, only to realize that either the pillow was too small - or your head was of abnormal proportions. Your former girlfriend had hinted towards the latter the day she left you, only that it was empty and best used as a floating device. Maybe it was big and hollow, because now the noises started to echo inside your head. You turned on the light, revealing that the not so tidy room was lacking in sound sources what your head apparently lacked solid mass.
Of course you knew this, the empty room I mean, this wasn’t the first time you’d heard them, and it certainly weren’t the first time you had turned on the lights, ready to face the growling demon that was making the noise. Or maybe it was some sort of animal? The fact of the matter was that you hadn’t seen it yet, and for all you knew it was part ham, part cabbage, growling towards the moon because its bracers ached. The sound had never been this loud and annoying before though, and you suddenly found yourself getting dressed at 4 AM. You just had to shut that hellish demon from the netherworld up… or perhaps find a larger pillow.
Peter, the local milkman, notorious for his rather week and ungainly appearance, not to forget his repetitive impediments – only his mother, in which he still lived with, truly knew what he was talking about – walked up to your house in his usual clumsy way. It wasn’t until he put the milk on your stairs that he heard it. It sent a chill down his spine cold enough to freeze a bucket of hooch faster than a dwarf could steal your wallet. Needless to say, Peter was stuck. It made quite an odd looking statue, and the police couldn’t help themselves laughing when they found him the next morning.
As you heard the milk truck come to a halt, it reminded you that maybe it was time to stop thinking about the bloody noises and start worrying about going to work. A night of in-house adventure hadn’t led you to any answers, only more questions and an ever growing impatience. ‘Screw work…’ you told yourself out loud. You were really too sleep deprived to go to work, and way, way to curious. ‘I’m going to find out what it is, even if I have to tear down the entire house’ you said out loud again, as if you actually had any friends over to keep you company. Well, as if you actually had any friends at all. That’s when you heard it. A large growl, like it was the last noise made by a dying, 5ton grizzly, sourced out like it was standing behind you. Of course, a 5ton grizzly is on the list of ‘things to notice if they stand behind you’, so apparently it wasn’t. Still, the sound crushed your spine and gave you a constant ringing noise only a 5 hour Dimmu Borgir concert could produce – up to this point. And then… silence.
The sun had finally pulled the blanket over itself, allowing the moon to dominate the ceiling of earth. Distant stars formed constellations only mad scientists, or really drunk people, could make out. People were already sound asleep, that is, except for you. Armed with a crowbar and an impatience transformed fury, you hacked away at the last plank left in the bathroom wall. Empty, yet again. A tear signaling the despair of having fallen victim to your own logic reflected the demolished room as it ran down your face. You had figured that the creature, or whatever it was, had hidden itself somewhere besides your bedroom. You had thought it wasn’t dumb enough to hide there, given that it would of course be the first place you’d look. That was, afterall, where the noises had started. You had, in all your stupidity… been wrong.
The noises started again as you hacked away at a bedroom wall. Surely it was close, but it wasn’t in the wall in question. You turned around, finally, and for the first time, being able to locate the origin of the source. It wasn’t just the source of the noise any longer. It was the source of an anger best described as somewhere between furious and desperate. It was also a reason; the reason for why you had missed a good night sleep, and also the reason for why you could now watch television from your bathroom - even though they were situated at two different floors. Fastening the grip of your crowbar, ready to face the demon, you slowly walked towards the one thing you still hadn’t examined; your closet.
At this point, I think it would be appropriate to mention that monsters and demons aren’t hiding in closets anymore. Children all over the world have since long ago found both that, and the hiding place they used to have under their beds. If this was the reason for not checking these places first, or if it was just out of pure stupidity, is better left unsaid. No matter the reason, you were now standing in front of the closet, one arm raised in readiness and the other stretching out for the knob. As the door swung open, your previously crushed spine pulverized as shivers crushed the rest of the bones in your body. The sound actually got stronger, and you could feel its presence, proven by a strong odor that sent your nostrils begging for mercy. You had found it; the only thing that was left was the visual revelation. You slowly but firmly removed a rather wide pair of trousers, and there it was. Situated deep within your closet, sat a furious monster! You immediately recognized it as the ghost of a dinner you had the week before, and at which the dishes still wasn’t cleaned. Part ham, part cabbage, the monster growled at the moon, showing its bracers – who were apparently fastened too tight, like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for you, there wasn’t.
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I got one more, but will have to post it later as Im kinda in a hurry atm, need to paint teh house 
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Originally Posted by Charfbiz2
