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Rise Above Part Fourteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part ThirteenPart Fifteen, Part Sixteen

Where the hell did they go? Why did they all of a sudden walk away? If these zombies spread then we would be walking around in a real life zombie movie, which is not good—I don’t have to tell you that, though.

Mygle popped up next to me.

“Where’d the dead go?” he asked me.

“Gone,” I said to him, almost in a pathetic whimper. Look, I was worried okay? You try doing what I do.

Without saying another word I ran downstairs back to the panicked crowd. Looking back, maybe if I had tried to put on a better face things might have turned out differently.

“What’s wrong?” the kid who wanted to kill me asked.

“Nothing,” I tried.

“Something is definitely wrong.” His brow was furrowed.

“Beside the hundreds of zombies outside?” He didn’t appreciate my humor.

“What’s going on?” The kid was definitely older than me and bigger, so I’m sure he thought he could kick my ass. How silly of him.

“There are a bunch of zombies outside trying to eat everyone. Where have you been?”

Obviously, he had enough of my jokes. I knew this because he tried to attack me, but I quickly put him down.

“I don’t have time for this,” I explained to him.

I needed to get outside without alerting anyone to what was really going on.

“Why is it so quiet outside?” a woman standing near the door asked. She walked over to the window to look outside.

Uh oh.

“They’re gone!” she shouted. “All of them!”

“We can go outside!” another person shouted.

“That’s a very bad idea,” I tried.

No one listened to me and headed right outside like a flood, pouring out faster than you could imagine. You would think with everything that happened they would be a little more cautious.

“Even if they’re gone they are not dead!” I screamed. Still no one listened to me.

Mygle popped up next to me.

“They need to come back now,” he warned me.

“Why?” I asked.


I ran outside to try to call everyone back.

“Come back!” I yelled.

“We’re safe now,” the kid whose arm I nearly broke said to me.

“I really don’t think so.”

“Just stay away from us.”

“Listen to me,” I began, but it was too late. All of the zombies came out from behind the buildings and trees. There was no way everyone could get back into the building in time…

Rise Above: Part Fourteen

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Posted by on January 4, 2016 in Carnival of Horror, Rise Above


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Creepy Crawlers Part Eleven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part TwelvePart ThirteenPart Fourteen, Part Fifteen

I thought I was in bad shape with the “little spiders,” but now I had to deal with one that looked like it could it could swallow me whole. Plus it was moving ridiculously fast. I took a couple shots at it but it kept coming. What good was it if even a headshot wouldn’t kill this thing? Maybe they have small brains? I didn’t plan on sticking around to ask it.

I took off with spiders on my tail. The large one was still far enough back but it was only a matter of time before it caught up to me. I couldn’t go into the Town Hall with that thing following me. It would probably knock the building right over like it wasn’t even there.

One of the spiders got close to me so I cut one side of its legs off and then shot the center-most spot of its head as I could. While I was spinning I tried to hit the big one in the head again but I missed.

“Help!” I heard someone shout.

“Crap,” I muttered to myself. “Stay quiet.”

“Help!” they yelled again. It sounded like a little kid. I couldn’t tell where they were yet.

I put the megaphone in front of my mouth. “Call for help one more time but then shut up.”

“Help! Please!”

They were right behind one of the buildings. I ran around it and found a little girl being wrapped up by one of the spiders. I almost puked again. With speed and precision I chopped the webbing between the spider and the girl mid-stream and then sliced through the spiders head.

The girl was covered head to toe in webs at that point and looked like she was struggling to breath. I freed her as quickly as I could.

“Thank you,” she choked as she hugged me.

“No time for that,” I said. She screamed as more spiders approached us. I started running again with the girl still screaming.

I wasn’t sure how long I could run away from the spiders before they would catch the both of us. And with the girl in my arms I couldn’t do what I needed to. There was one thing I could do.

I pulled the girl down so I could look at her.

“You’re going to hate me for a second,” I told her. “But you’ll thank me later.”

Without waiting for her to say anything I threw her up into the air, spun around and started shooting like a madman. I took out the first couple of spiders that were closest but then I concentrated all of my fire on the big one, hitting it right in the head. At first it was unaffected and kept coming but then it dropped. I stopped shooting, stuck my arms out and caught the girl. She looked even more terrified.

“See?” I said, showing her what I just did. “We’re safe for a second. We need to get to the Town Hall, though.”

I started back toward the building Roy had brought all of the police and anyone else they could. None of the spiders attacked us.

“Where are they?” I asked myself.

The girl tried to whimper something but she was still too shocked to say anything coherent.

“I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We reached the Town Hall and just as I opened the door I turned and saw what the girl was whimpering about. All of the spiders were heading into the woods, and they were dragging people wrapped in webs behind them…

Creepy Crawlers: Part Eleven

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Posted by on November 10, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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Carnival of Horror Part Eight

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

They all converged on me at once. That was smart, not like you see in the movies where the bad guys attack the good guys one at a time. That never made sense to me. If everyone attacks at once it would be much harder to fight them all off. But these guys weren’t going to be able to fight me off.

As they all closed in I jumped and did a barrel roll, clearing right over them. As I landed on the ground I punched the closest person in the back, right in the kidney. They dropped like a fly and didn’t get back up. I had to give them one thing: they didn’t give up. If I were human and I saw someone do flip like that I would probably run, but they didn’t.

The strong man was the first one to attack me. He brought his arm back and threw it at me with amazing speed for a man his size. It wasn’t fast enough, though. I caught his fist with my hand and squeezed. He groaned and tried to hit me with his other hand but I swatted it away. I could feel his bone crack as I squeezed even harder and he let out a wail. He fell to the ground and everyone else took that as a sign to walk away. I wasn’t a relatively large guy so I don’t seem intimidating but when they saw me overpower that guy they were clearly afraid.

“What?” I asked. “Are you guys all done?”

They all looked at Renée. She pulled out one of my guns and aimed it right at me.

“I think you’ve done enough,” she said. She was scared but she held the gun steady. Something told me that she wouldn’t be prepared for the recoil, though.

Right as she took the shot I jumped to the right to avoid getting hit. The gun recoiled and smacked her right in the face, just like I expected. I then flashed everyone with a bright light, temporarily blinding them, and took them all down with lightning speed. They were all pretty much unconscious.

I ran over to Sanders and untied him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Don’t mention it,” I replied. “We have to get out of here.”

I went to grab my guns but could only find one.

“Have you seen my other gun?” I asked him.

“I think she put it over there,” he said, pointing to the other side of the tent.

I walked over but didn’t see anything.

“I don’t see it,” I said.


There was a loud gunshot.


Sanders had my gun and he was shooting them.

“Stop!” I yelled. I darted across the tent and ripped the gun out of his hand.

“They killed my sister,” he cried, tears streaming down his face. “They tortured her until she was dead. I had to. I had to.” He crumpled to the ground.

I couldn’t blame him. I got some of my revenge and would do it over and over again, not that I feel any better about it.

I stepped up to try and comfort him but right then I saw flashing blue lights and could hear sirens.

“Crap,” I muttered.

I looked at Sanders. There was nothing I could do to help him. I flashed his memories of me and woke up Renée—the only one he didn’t kill—and flashed her, too. I then punched her in the face, knocking her out. They’ll find him and figure out it was self-defense. I couldn’t let them find me.

I darted out the back of the tent and made a big loop to the parking lot. There were at least four cop cars and two of the policemen were still by the cars. I snuck up behind them and knocked them out. I felt bad but I needed to leave before more of them showed up.

I pushed my bike far enough where I could start it and get away. I wondered how they got there since no one called them, but maybe someone might have been nearby and heard the gunshots. I’ll never know.

That day was known as the Carnival Massacre. Kelly had questioned me about it but I lied and told her I wasn’t there. Apparently, though, they can monitor my card and see that I was way out of the state when I last pulled out cash. I wasn’t too happy that they could do that. I couldn’t let them know I had killed some humans. They would have thought I killed all of them for sure. Even if they were bad it was the principal of it. I just couldn’t take that chance.

I spend my life hunting monsters and I’m used to it. I never thought that some of those monsters would be human…

Carnival of Horror: Part Eight

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Posted by on March 31, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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Carnival of Horror Part Seven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Eight

I was confused. There weren’t any monsters in the carnival, yet I was knocked out, sucker punched in the back of the head. I was a little confused by who could have done that. I’ve been attacked by werewolves and come out on top.

Warily, I stood up and tried to search for Sanders but he was gone. How did I always manage to let everyone get captured? You would think by now I would learn. There was a scream that sounded like it would come from Sanders. I could hear exactly where it was coming from, too.

I ran through the entire carnival until I came up to a large tent where the circus must have been held. They were all in there, waiting for me. Sanders’ face had a large cut on it—probably why he screamed—and I realized then that I didn’t have my guns on me. They had taken them.

The girl that I had first seen at the game with the balls and jugs—keep it together—was standing in front of him, smiling at me. It was kind of unsettling. I put all of the puzzle pieces together in my head.

“Renée?” I asked.

“You are smarter than you look,” she said.

“I happen to look very smart. You look stupid.” I don’t know why that bothered me.

“If you insist.”

“What is this crap hole?”

“We entertain people. We do a lot for others at our own expense. We deserve a little bit of fun.”

“Fun? You call torturing people fun?”


“You’re all sick.”

“To each their own.”

I scanned the crowd of people and the only one who looked innocent was Sanders. One of the guys there looked like a 1920’s strong man. He was bald with very large muscles and he wore one of those ridiculous tank top, onesie things. I was sure he was the one who knocked me out and I could see why.

“You know steroids are bad, right?” I asked him. “I’m guessing that you are the one that hit me from behind?”

He just smiled at me.

“I’m going to get you back for that one,” I promised.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be making any threats,” said Renée.

“Under normal circumstances, yes.”

“Normal circumstances? We outnumber you by a lot. And we have your guns.”

“True. But I’m not normal.”

“I know.”

“You know?”


I was surprised that she would know what I meant. Then I thought about it and realized that she didn’t mean what I thought she meant, but thought something else entirely. Sorry. The last sentence might have been confusing. If so, deal with it.

“You’re an outcast,” she said. I guess she was kind of right. “Not accepted by society. Under ‘normal circumstances’ I might have asked if you wanted to join us. But you killed Hector and Wolf Boy. I suppose that makes you think you are invincible.”

“They did try to kill me first,” I pointed out.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer.”

“And I’m going to enjoy beating you up.” I said something way worse. There might be kids reading this.

“Kill him.”

I was actually going to enjoy this…

Carnival of Horror: Part Seven

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Posted by on March 28, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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Carnival of Horror Part Six


Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part SevenPart Eight

“You killed him,” Sanders repeated.

I didn’t bother responding. I was feeling a little weird about killing two people, having never killed one in my life. I know he was trying to kill me, but it still felt weird.

“How did you do that?” he asked me. “You threw him over 20 feet?”

“I’m a paladin,” I told him. I was going to erase his memory anyway.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m really fast and strong. I hunt monsters. It’s in my blood.”

“So these are monsters?”

“I thought they were but I was wrong. They’re all human.”

“And you just killed them?” He backed away a little.

“That clown was the first human I’ve killed. Feeling pretty weird about it, so relax. I strictly hunt monsters.”

I wasn’t ready for this. I dealt with monsters all the time and I understand why they do what they do. It’s in their genes, programmed into their brains. They have to do it. But these people, they were just sick.

“I feel like it might be time to call the police,” I said.

“I like that idea,” Sanders agreed.

We both were walking back to the front entrance when we heard another blood curdling scream. I really wish that I hadn’t heard that. If I had just left a little bit sooner, then I could have called the police and got the heck out of there. I couldn’t let whoever that was get hurt.

I started walking back.

“It could be a trick,” Sanders pointed out.

“I know that,” I said. “But I can’t take that chance.”

“OK. Let me at least call the cops.”

“No.” I ripped his phone out of his hands.

“What the hell? You just said you wanted to get the cops.”

“That was when I thought I was leaving. I can’t have them come here and see me.”


“Do you really think they would accept my story?”

Sanders didn’t respond to that.

“I thought so,” I said. “Just stay close.”

We continued back through the carnival, heading in the general direction that the scream came from. Honestly there was no telling where the sound actually came from. Then we heard the scream again, but this time it sounded like it was coming from behind us.

“How did it come from over there?” Sanders asked.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“You know, this really feels like a trap.”

“I agree.”

“Should we leave?”


“Are we going to?”



“Look,” I started, but that was all I got out. Someone came up from behind me and knocked me right in the back of the head. It was just in the right spot too, because I was out cold. Who the hell hit me…?

Carnival of Horror: Part Six

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Posted by on March 26, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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Carnival of Horror Part Five

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Six, Part SevenPart Eight

We left the funhouse, heading back out to the main area of the carnival. The place was like a ghost town—something that I was familiar with. I had a very strong feeling that just because we killed the murdering clown that didn’t mean there wasn’t any more crazy people here. It could be a possession, too. That might explain why I didn’t really feel a strong wave of monsters when I got there. Maybe possessing a human dampened that feeling. It was a false hope but I held onto it. The other explanation was less pleasant.

Sanders was feeling very similar, I think. He didn’t look any more relaxed now than he had before the clown. I have to say I was a little aggravated that he wasn’t who he said he was but then again, neither was I. Plus if I were put in the same position then I would want to do the same thing. There were answers and we were going to get them.

All of a sudden all of the lights turned on and the rides activated. Someone knew we were there and they wanted us distracted.

“We’ve been spotted,” Sanders pointed out.

“What gave it away?” I asked sarcastically. They obviously knew the moment I fired my gun.

“Should we hide?”

“I really don’t think that would do any good.”

“What do we do then?”

“The same thing we would do if the place wasn’t lively, look around.”

“What if there is more of them?”

“Then we’ll deal with it. Let’s just hope that they don’t have a gun and shoot us in the back.”

Sanders didn’t like that comment but it was true. It wasn’t like I could just let him go and get the cops by himself or even with me. If I went it would be a lot harder for me to cover my tracks—that was going to be the case anyway—and if I let him go by himself then he might get caught before he even reached the parking lot.

We kept walking down the dirt pathway, avoiding being too close to any of the rides or attractions. I still wanted to know what was happening here but I had to keep Sanders safe. He was really cramping my style.

There was a growl off to the side, by the Teacups. We both whipped around. I had expected for Sanders to jump behind me and hide but he held his ground. He might be afraid but he wasn’t going to cower.

I started walking toward the ride.

“Wait,” Sanders whispered. He grabbed my arm.

“What?” I asked him, annoyed.

“We don’t know what that was.”

“Yes, that’s true. And we’re not going to find out what it is until we go over there and look.”

“Right.” His voice was shaking.

“Just stay here.”


I moved toward the giant, spinning cups with my gun forward. Whatever it was behind there I was ready to shoot it. The ride was spinning around but none of the cups were really moving because no one was in there to spin them. I went around the whole ride and there was nothing, so I decided to jump on the ride and check all of the cups. When I got to the fourth cup something jumped out at me with a roar. It was a werewolf!

I tried to shoot the monster in the head but it knocked the gun out of my hand. It managed to scratch my face before I threw it off me to another ride across the way. It hit the gate surrounding the ride with a sickening crunch. It was a lot lighter than I expected.

As quickly as I could I stood up and readied myself for another attack but the werewolf wasn’t moving. As I got closer to it I could see that it wasn’t a werewolf at all.

“How did you throw him that far?” Sanders asked me.

It was a him. He must have been part of the Freak Show or something. It was another human. What was going on with this place?

“You killed him,” Sanders whined.

The thing, or guy, was really trying to kill me. I had no choice. I was right that there were monsters at this place. The only problem was they were all human…

Carnival of Horror: Part Five

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Posted by on March 24, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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Carnival of Horror Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part FivePart Six, Part SevenPart Eight

I had to say that I was pretty confident that the clown was some sort of ghost or whatever. I didn’t think that he was actually a human. Did that mean that there was something here and some crazy guy in a clown suit, too? Needless to say I was very confused.

Sanders stood up, slowly. He looked very scared. It wasn’t something I would expect from a seasoned veteran of whatever agency he was from.

“I really thought he wasn’t human,” I said.

“What did you think he would be? A ghost?” he asked me.

“Yeah. I did.”

“You’re crazy.” His voice was shaky. “There’s no way you’re on the force.”

“Which force would that be?”

“The, uh.” He stuttered and didn’t come up with an answer.

“I didn’t think so. You better start talking fast.”

“Why should I tell you anything?” He started to back up and pointed his gun at me. “You lied to me, too. And you just killed someone.”

“It was us or him.” I did feel really weird about it. I had never killed a human before and I really hadn’t planned on it.

“Why shouldn’t I shoot you right now?”

I jumped to the side as quick as I could, which was much faster than he could think. Then in one fowl swoop I kicked his gun out of the way and brought mine right to his head.

“Because you don’t have a gun,” I said in a deep, stern voice.

“How did you move that fast?” he asked me, barely able to get the words out.

“You first.”

“OK. Can you get the gun out of my face first?”

I pulled the gun back. I didn’t really need it against him anyway.

“My name is Luke,” he began. “My sister went missing when this place came through my town. I have been trying to follow them ever since. No one seemed to care about it enough to do anything, something about jurisdiction or whatever, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

“I can understand that,” I said.

“Why are you here?”

“I hunt monsters and I think there is one here. Although, now I’m not so sure.”

“Ha. Right. What do you really do?”

“I hunt monsters.”

“Kid, you are even crazier than I am.”

“By then end of this you will believe me. Then again, you won’t.”


“Never mind. Let’s get going.”

We started walking back toward the funhouse when something caught my eye, in one of the doors of the tent area we were in. I looked in saw a girl, but she wasn’t alive. That clown had killed her and it was the scream I heard the first time. This was a very bad place…

Carnival of Horror: Part Four

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Posted by on March 21, 2014 in Carnival of Horror


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