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A cigarette in one hand and a revolver in the other

Sam sat at her desk, a cigarette in one hand and a revolver in the other. She took a long drag and looked up at the chief.

“What’ve we got?”

“Harry Dunn’s boys are moving the booze to a warehouse in the industrial district. We’re ready to bust ‘em.”

She took another slow drag and narrowed her eyes. “Source?”

“Our man on the inside. He’s scared, but I trust him. We’re not gonna getta better chance than this.”

Prohibition had hit the city hard. The first dry summer, last year, had seen a huge increase in crime. And this summer, people were starting to get really antsy. Sam didn’t blame them. The law was stupid – and impossible to enforce. Booze was still easy to come across. Sam had a bottle of whiskey in the top drawer of her desk. She knew the chief did too. But the chief didn’t seem to have noticed the contradiction of buying from a gang while simultaneously trying to shut them down.

Harry Dunn’s boys, though… they were real thugs. When they weren’t trafficking booze or beating shopkeepers for protection money, they were busy taking petty burglary to unprecedented new levels. If the chief was right, and his source was reliable, this wasn’t an opportunity the force could afford to pass up. The Dunn gang was the biggest in the city – there were rumours it was the biggest up and down the east coast.

She took a final toke and  stubbed out the roach. The grip of her revolved trembled as she slipped it into her shoulder holster. “Alright then. Let’s go.”

“Can I speak to you, detective?” asked a honey-dark voice from the doorway.

The chief jumped. He stepped to one side, revealing a woman’s full-figured silhouette. “Oh, sorry ma’am. You gave me a shock.”

“Sorry,” said the woman in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Sam’s, “but I have something rather important to discuss.”

Sam looked up at the chief, who was shifting his weight awkwardly. “It’s alright, chief. Go.”

He mumbled an “excuse me” as he slipped past the mysterious woman and out of the room.

“Would you care to take a seat?” Sam asked.

The woman smiled sweetly and stepped over to the business end of Sam’s desk. She didn’t sit in the tattered chair there, though – just rested a single pale hand on the chair’s back. “I’m here about the Dunns.”

Sam looked out of the doorway after the chief. He’d already disappeared. “You couldn’t have come to us earlier?”

The woman focused her gaze. “No.”

“Alright. Take a seat, Miss…?”

“Call me Hattie,” the woman said. She didn’t sit. “And I’m afraid your chief has been misinformed.”

Sam tensed. “What do you mean?”

“Right now he’s leaving with the best of the force to bust a warehouse. They won’t find any booze there.”

“Oh, what will they find?” Sam asked calmly. She could still call them back. She began to rise.

“Don’t get up,” Hattie said, casually levelling a pistol. Sam hadn’t even seen her draw it. “And don’t try anything funny.” For what seemed like the first time, Hattie’s eyes left Sam’s and flicked nervously towards Sam’s holster. “Harry sent me. We want someone on the inside. And you’re going to be pretty important around here after today. To the force… and to us.”

Sam gritted her teeth and leant forward in her chair. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. I won’t ever be working for you.”

“That is a shame,” Hattie said, cocking her pistol. Two burly men had appeared in the corridor behind her, each carrying guns of their own.

“You don’t have to do this,” Sam said. “Harry’s a bad man.”

“That’s enough from you,” Hattie said, and pulled the trigger.


Sam dived to the left. The familiar buzz whizzed past her and hit the back of her chair. In a single motion she draw her revolver and fired three quick shots. Hattie had already disappeared into the corridor. Two shots hit one of the men. The third flew wide. The man who’d been hit cried out and stumbled, clawing at the air.

“You got me! She got me, Bill!”

Bill advanced on her. Before he could raise his gun, Sam had fired again. The fuzzy little projectile struck home, right in the centre of Bill’s ample stomach. His eyes widened, and then he toppled backwards. “Argh! Grahhhh!”

The handle of Sam’s revolver was buzzing. She climbed to her feet and held it threateningly over the two groaning men. “You got?”

“Yes, we’re fucking got,” whined the one that wasn’t Bill. “Little fucker stung me right on the neck.”

“You two are going away for a long time.”

There was a loud crash from down the corridor. She looked sceptically at her revolver. Nope. If there was ever a time for something heavier, this was it.

Bee Acceleration Devices Associated were the best in the firearms industry, and Sam never settled for anything less than the best. She leant over her desk and grabbed her BADAss shotgun. Fuckers were gonna pay.

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Under the Sheets (Part 6)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Friday 31.08.2012 at 19.27

I think Steven’s dead. At least, I hope he’s dead.

Holy shit do I hope he’s dead.

He never showed up this morning. We were supposed to meet at the pub at midday, and I waited there for half an hour, but nothing. Not a phone call, not even a text. I wasn’t surprised, but I was worried. There were police cars all across the village. The terrifying truth is that my family’s experience last night may not have been unique.

I wasn’t at all happy about going to the Johnstones’ by myself, but I knew it had to be done. Their place was only a twenty minute walk from the pub, a comparatively busy area, but I was distressingly confident that I wouldn’t run into anyone else along the way. People seemed to be staying inside today. That, or leaving the village. Walking through the village earlier I’d seen a lot of empty driveways, and a large crowd of suitcased-up travellers at the usually quiet bus station.

No matter, though. I had a job to do.

I started out towards the Johnstones’ house, mindful of every rustle I heard and every flickering shape I saw. Nothing, though, turned out to be cause for alarm.

When I got to the house I found Mr Johnstone (or should that be “Mr Johnstone’s body?) lying face down almost exactly where our last encounter had occurred. Needless to say, I was cautious. I’m not ashamed to admit that I threw stones at the body and poked it with a really long stick before I found the courage to inspect it up close.

It was, I imagine, fairly similar to most other corpses; aside from the hideous lacerations around the neck, and a smaller but more interesting wound to the upper back.

Mr Johnstone’s shirt was ripped, whether due to the rather severe bloating his body had undergone or another factor I can’t say. It revealed, however, a mark that would otherwise have been hidden.

Between his shoulder blades there was a disgusting crater, as if someone (or something) had dug out a handful of his flesh. I was sick twice… I mean, I could see his spine… but there was more.

Reaching from the hole, across his shoulders and down his upper arms, were clear indentations where it looked like some kind of foreign object had been forcibly inserted. Two others ran down towards his waist.

The conclusion was as inevitable as it is sickening.

Had there been one of those creatures inside Mr Johnstone’s corpse, making it move? Is such a thing even possible?

My sister had said that the creature had some kind of control over her motor functions, if only the ability to hinder them. But if that were possible, could the reverse be true? Could one of those things if in contact with a body, even a dead body, stimulate the nerves in such a way as to give it movement?

Which brings me to the most terrible part of my story, and what I can only pray is the end of this nightmare.

I returned to the village, immeasurably grateful for the sights and sounds of the other people around. The police presence had become heavy, there were police cars on every street and police officers taking statements from pretty much everyone they could get their hands on.

It was then that I saw him. He was walking stiffly, dressed in a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms that may well have been what passed for his pyjamas. On his feet he wore only one flip flop, the left, but no one noticed. No one but me, of course.

I yelled his name, twice, but he didn’t respond. He just kept shuffling along, a large blue sports bag in his right hand.

He was heading for the road to the city. It’s a good hour’s drive away, so there’s not even a footpath, but he didn’t seem to be concerned. He passed by me, only an arm’s length away, but his eyes were glazed and he didn’t even acknowledge that I was there.

As I watched him leave, I noted with horror the way the sports bag he was carrying seemed to ripple and writhe, and the dark red stain on the back of his t-shirt, spreading slowly from between his shoulder blades.


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.

Under the Sheets (Part 5)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Friday 31.08.2012 at 09.24

Someone please help me. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do.

Things have changed. I don’t understand what’s happening, but something’s very wrong.

Yesterday morning I saw Mr Johnstone. Mr Johnstone who’s supposed to be dead. Mr Johnstone who looks and smells dead, but apparently enjoys walking his corpse self around the footpaths behind his house.

I woke up early yesterday. I hadn’t been sleeping well anyway, I was too freaked out by everything that had happened the night before. So I decided to go for a walk, which is something I like to do. I was heading towards the burned laboratory, more out of a morbid fascination that any genuine desire to see it again, and the meandering route I was taking happened to lead past the back of the Johnstones’ house.

I was still quite a way away when I saw movement in the trees behind their garden. I wasn’t bothered, though. What did it matter to me if there was another early morning walker? Sure, snooping around the house where two people had just been murdered was a little strange, but I wasn’t in much of a position to judge.

As I got closer to the figure I began to notice the smell. I’ve never smelled anything like it. It was absolutely repugnant –I honestly had no idea things could smell that bad. The figure itself was behaving strangely too; not really moving, just kind of wobbling from side to side.

I coughed, and it began to turn towards me. It was then that I recognised the silhouette, so I coughed again to get his attention.

He began lumbering towards me, still obscured by the bushes but clearly recognisable. The stench became overpowering, and I was almost sick.

With a crash, he burst out of the bushes in front of me. I… I almost can’t bear to describe him.

His face was grey and swollen. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were milky white. I think he was blind.

There was a huge gash on the left side of his neck. It was no longer bleeding, but it had obviously bled a lot because most of the front of his shirt was stained red.

I think I screamed, but I don’t remember. All I know is that when he started towards me, his arms outstretched and grasping like a greedy child’s, I turned and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

In my panic, I ended up in the village. It must have been almost ten by then, and the shops were fairly busy. Being surrounded by people calmed me down no end, but I didn’t tell anyone what I’d just seen. I thought they’d think I was crazy, or that I had a really inappropriate sense of humour.

I stopped in the café, and managed to convince myself to tell the police. I hid in the bathroom, so that no one would overhear my story, but I couldn’t get any signal on my phone.

I left, deciding to head back home and use the landline.

The police didn’t seem too interested. It probably didn’t help that my story sounded really stupid (“hey, I just saw my recently murdered neighbour walking around the woods… you might want to check that out”). Basically they just told me that the Johnstones were definitely dead, and that I should try to relax.

Which is probably what I should have expected.

I spent the rest of the day washing trash TV and snacking. Steven knocked on my door late in the afternoon to tell me that there were a lot of bizarre rumours going around the village, but I didn’t invite him in. I… just couldn’t face telling the story again.

I went to bed pretty early. I think I just wanted not to be awake anymore.

I was just about to get into bed when I heard this weird whimpering from my sister’s room, kinda like she was having a bad dream or something. I was going to ignore it, but then I heard it again so I thought I’d go and check on her.

She was just lying in bed, her arms limp and a book fallen by her side. I could have thought she’d just fallen asleep with the light on, but her eyes were open and she was staring at me, and I could see that she was terrified.

I took a step towards her and she whimpered again, and then I saw a shape underneath her duvet, moving towards the head of the bed.

I ran over and pulled the duvet off, and then I really screamed.

On my sister’s stomach, juxtaposed against her pink flowery pyjamas, was some kind of giant spider. Its body can’t have been bigger than my fist, but its legs must have each been a foot and a half long! It didn’t have as many legs as a regular spider, maybe four or six, but they were as thick as chunky marker pens. Its head was about half the size of its body and set on a slim neck. It had two huge mandibles or feelers or something and I think I saw the sickly glint of fangs… I don’t know, it all happened so quickly.

I screamed again, grabbing one of the thing’s back legs and hurling it across the room. It hit the wall with a sound like a piece of soft fruit would have made. I watched as it righted itself and, with a repulsive speed, darted up the wall and out through the open door.

I heard my mother scream from the hallway outside; she’d obviously been drawn by my earlier shout. I rushed out to her and saw the creature scuttle past her and disappear down the stairs.

The story, as my sister told it to my mother and I, went something like this:

My sister had climbed into bed with her favourite book, and begun reading. Almost immediately after she’d pulled the covers up, she’d felt something hairy move against her leg.

She’d been understandably startled, but had been physically unable to move. When pressed about this, she explained that it hadn’t been like the nightmares where you find yourself paralyzed, but a sort of total unresponsiveness that had seemed to radiate from where the creature was touching her. As if it were able to deliberately keep her from moving.

Needless to say, we were horrified. For me, though, it was about to get worse.

I went back to my room to get my phone and saw, slipping quietly from beneath my pillow, one dark spindly leg. Quickly it was joined by another, and in moments the whole disgusting creature slid out and plopped grotesquely onto the floor.

For a moment I was afraid that I too would be paralyzed, that somehow the creature’s strange influence could bridge the metres between us, but I was able to stumble backwards and close the door. Honestly, I don’t believe any door has ever closed as slowly as mine did last night.

We barricaded ourselves in my sister’s room and called the police; mercifully, this time they listened. They showed up within half an hour (the longest half an hour of my life) and had to break down the front door because there was no chance any of us were going to go down there and open it.

They searched the house and found nothing, but we were more than happy to leave anyway. We spent the rest of the night in a hotel in the village, and that’s where I am now, typing away on my laptop.

I have to go now. I’ve left Steven a message. We’re going to look for Mr Johnstone; I need to find out what he’s got to do with all of this.


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.

Under the Sheets (Part 4)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Thursday 30.08.2012 at 00.47

That was fucking terrifying. Seriously, NEVER AGAIN.

We met the others at eight by the pub. J wasn’t there, which is bloody typical (whatever, over it). There were six of us (to start with), all people from my school so I knew most of them pretty well.

One of them, Jess, showed us where the hole was. It was her younger brother who’d fallen in, I think. It was just what it sounds like – a big hole in the ground that led into an underground room. I guess when the lab burnt down; it must have weakened whatever structure had been holding the roof up.

It was quite easy to get into. There were a few long beams that had been propped against the side of the pit, probably by the kids who’d been hanging around here before, and you could basically just walk right down there. One of the girls slipped, though, so some guy who I think was her boyfriend had to take her home.

The four of us who were left had a little disagreement about what to do next. The chamber we were in was pretty big, with tall walls that were probably white before the fire and two large doorways on opposite side of the room. Holly, another of the girls from my school, kinda wanted to just go home; and honestly I kind of agreed with her. The other two, though, Jess and Steven, wanted to go on. I didn’t want to look lame (and I don’t think Holly did either) so in the end we all agreed that we’d pick one of the two doorways and go that way for a little while, and then come back.

In retrospect it was a really stupid thing to do. We knew that the ceiling had already fallen in on one room; how could we be sure it wouldn’t happen in another? Just one more reason I’m never going back there.

We picked the doorway farthest from the side we’d come down on. The other doorway was blocked off a little by rubble and the beams we’d used, and also it was really dark and gave off a really creepy vibe.

I noticed that we all bunched together as we headed towards the doorway we’d chosen. I didn’t mind though, I was already getting a little freaked out. It led down a long dark hallway, with walls equally as charred as those of the previous room, and long fluorescent lightbulbs overhead that just wouldn’t turn on, no matter how hard I willed them to with my mind.

It was really clean. The floor of the first room had been covered in dirt and bits of ceiling, but the floors here were absolutely bare. Part of me (the dark, kinda messed up part) was wondering if we were going to come across the burned bodies of the scientists and soldiers who must surely have worked here, but we found nothing.

A little way down the hall was another door, this one leading to a lower ceilinged room filled with what looked like lab benches. Computer monitors lined the benches around the walls, each and every one blackened and broken. It seemed that this room had not been spared by the fire either.

All of a sudden, Steven called me over. He’d made it was to the far end of the room while the rest of us had still been examining the broken computer and lab equipment that was scattered haphazardly across the tops of the work tables.

I joined him without hesitation, but before I’d even got to him I started to get a bad feeling about the big glass panels he was inspecting.

They were large tanks, the kind you’d keep lizards or spiders in. They were just as fire damaged as everything else we’d seen, but I could clearly make out where the heating lamp had been. My cousin used to have a snake. Did you guys know that? I feel like I may have told you about it before.

The tanks were broken. I know that fires crack glass, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining that something had broken the glass to escape. Either way the tanks were empty, so if there had been anything kept in there when the fire started it either got out or burned completely to dust.

I didn’t have to think about that too long though, because just then Holly screamed. Steven and I ran over to her and Jess to ask her what had happened, but she couldn’t give us a coherent answer. She said she’d seen something moving, fast and dark and low to the ground, but she didn’t know what it was. I could tell that Steven thought she’d imagined it, and me and Jess were sceptical too, but I knew that we were all ready to leave.

I don’t know if it was for attention or out of genuine fear but all the way back Holly’s head was bobbing about like a squirrel’s, constantly scanning the floor for movement. She clung so tightly to Jess that when it came time to climb back out of the collapsed room they had to go two at a time, with Steven above them and pulling them up and me below holding the beams secure.

When I got home I was so creeped out that I turned on all the lights. Not even joking.

Never. Again.


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.

Under the Sheets (Part 3)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Wednesday 29.08.2012 at 17.17

Thanks for all your messages, guys.

Nothing weird’s happened today, which is cool. The weather’s been rubbish too, as per usual, so all in all nothing to report.

I’m quite excited about tonight, though. Steven said a few people are going to check out the underground chamber that kid fell into a few days ago. He said that J would be going 😉 so I reckon maybe I’ll tag along too. You know, if I can’t find anything better to do or whatever :p

We’re not leaving for another couple of hours yet, supposedly so it’ll be “dark and spooky” when we get there. Steven’s here at mine for now. We’re having pizza and messing around on the 360. I’m not being antisocial by typing this now, just so you know. Steven’s trying to complete some single player level on one of the games he brought over, so I thought I’d post a quick update here. Is there anything else to say? Um… I think that’s it.


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.

Under the Sheets (Part 2)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Tuesday 28.08.2012 at 12.50

Fml. My mum wants to take me and my sister to Yorkshire next week. We only have like two weeks of summer holiday left and I don’t wanna waste it locked away in some derelict farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with no internet. We already live in the middle of nowhere :/

And on top of that, things are like actually properly weird now. I TOLD you I wasn’t crazy.

Steven phoned me this morning. Apparently some of the local kids have been hanging around the ruins of that military place and yesterday evening one of them fell into some buried chamber. He was fine and stuff, but basically he said that this underground chamber looks like it’s connected to a whole bunch of others, which totally confirms the theory of the big underground lab. Steven said the kid was pretty freaked out, but they got him out fine and I’m sure he’ll get over it.

That isn’t the weirdest part, though.

Two of Steven’s neighbours, the Johnstones I think they’re called, were found dead this morning. Steven said he heard that the postman found one of them half out of the door and covered in blood. I dunno… he probably doesn’t have a reliable source for that though. The weird part is that the Johnstones are the nearest house to the burnt down military lab.

I went over to see Steven after he phoned me, and we went for a look. The police had obviously been there because there was police tape over everything, but can I just say they did a really shit job. It looked like they’d done it in five minutes, which to be honest they must have because we got there at like eleven and the postman could only have found them at like nine or later, right? Besides, I thought the police were supposed to hang around for hours after something like this, interviewing people and shining those UV lights on stuff. Lazy so and sos, I say. Whatever they’re paid, it’s too much.

I’m not actually worried or anything, but if anyone’s experienced anything like this before can they give me a message? There’s still been nothing in the papers about the lab burning down, and I’ve searched for it online but I can’t find anything there either.

I reckon it was definitely top-secret, whatever it was.


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.

Under the Sheets (Part 1)

Posted by [Deleted user] on Monday 27.08.2012 at 16.33

Hey everyone.

So I know this isn’t the kind of stuff I usually talk about on here, but there’s been some really weird stuff happening where I live. Like, on Saturday that military building burnt down.

It’s almost two miles from my house, out in the middle of a bunch of fields, but my friend Steven lives near there and he said there was an alarm going off there pretty much all night. Apparently they first saw the fire at about 4am, after the alarm had already been going off for hours, and they called the fire brigade but no one came.

He said a few of his neighbours called them too, and basically were just told the fire brigade couldn’t go or something. Kinda strange, right?

He texted me yesterday morning and I went over to see what all the fuss was about, and the place was absolutely destroyed. There were quite a few people around – all civilians, no military or police – and I spoke to some of them. That bit was kinda cool, I felt a bit like a journalist.

Some of the kids had gone right up to the wreckage, which I would never have done because the old stories about that place still give me the creeps. They said that it looked like the building had some underground floors, which makes sense. Everyone always says that it’s like a top-secret military laboratory or something.

It totally gave me the heebie-jeebies so I didn’t stay there long. Later on in the village, though, it was all anyone could talk about. It wasn’t in the newspapers or anything though. I know it sounds kind of stupid but I was half expecting there to be soldiers patrolling about. I didn’t see any, or even any police for that matter, so I guess that whatever happened there wasn’t that big a deal.

But it’s weird, right? I’m not crazy.


How have you guys been? Have you been watching the X Factor or anything? You know I don’t like that kind of thing that much, but my sister does. I didn’t have to watch it last night though, because the TV reception went all dodgy. Small mercies, am I right?


Life’s greatest miracle: that two bodies can become one… under the sheets.