A Horror Short Story
Since I couldn’t sleep anyway, I sat up. The hallway light shone through the bottom crack of my door. The shadow of Phillip’s feet stood there. My heart skipped a beat. He never came to my door after drinking. Usually, he would sneak into his room. So, something had to be wrong.
As I threw the covers aside, he walked away. Quickly, I dressed and headed for the door. I inched it open. The hallway light went out. The light switch was around the corner, so Phillip had to be standing there.
“Phillip?” I whispered.
I proceeded down the hallway. The tile was cold. I stopped and glanced down the curved hallway. The entryway was bare. His room was on the other side of the house, so he couldn’t have disappeared that quickly. He must have walked into the living room.
I walked through the hallway, past the partition wall, and into the living room. The carpet was warm and plush. Again, my husband left the blinds open. Damn him. The moonlight lit up the room.
As I walked over to the front window, I shook my head. I reached behind the couch and grabbed the rod. Something shifted behind me.
He didn’t answer. Something moved.
I froze. My eyes drifted to his bedroom door. It was closed. Darkness enveloped the room. Phillip was not home.
My heart raced. Slowly, I turned around. Somebody hunkered down by the partition wall. Phillip? Something about the figure was not right. It was much smaller than my son. And, the eyes appeared much larger. It was not Phillip. My hair stood on end.
The head moved. The reflection of the moonlight shimmered in its dark oval eyes. I couldn’t move. It took a step toward me, emerging into the moonlight. It wasn’t human. Instead, it was an alien.
I gasped. My jaw dropped.
It stood about four feet, its skin leathery looking. Its lips peeled back, revealing rows of sharp tiny teeth. A long slender tongue snaked out of its mouth.
I bolted. The moment my feet hit the tile, it slammed me into the wall, pinning me against it. Its jaws snapped at me.
I struggled to push it away, but my hands slid off of its oily skin. Its clawed human-like fingers raked across my stomach. I screamed. Blood oozed from the open wound. Razor sharp teeth scraped against my forearm.
“No! Help!” I struggled to push it away.
It snapped at me again. I turned my head, barely avoiding its mouth. It lashed out again, its claws cutting deeper into my arms. Its teeth gnashed together. Then, my gaze fell on my son’s karate spear that stood in the corner by the front door. He kept it there as a reminder to not forget it.
I wedged my knee up in between us and kicked out. The alien fell back. I lunged for the spear. Grabbing it, I spun around. The alien attacked again. I jabbed the spear at it once, twice—then as it neared me, I thrust it. The spear slid down its body, catching the side of it. It shrieked.
Then, its dark eyes met mine. It hissed. Then, it rushed me.
I turned with my back toward the bedroom, keeping the spear tight against my hip. The second it followed me around the corner, I thrust the spear, impaling it.
It flailed about on the tip of the spear. Blood spewed from the gaping wound. Its childlike cries filled the house.
“Oh God…,” I cried.
Its clawed hands gripped the spear. Twisting it, the alien pulled on it, working it out of its stomach.
What the hell? Although its small frame appeared limp and frail, it was much stronger than an adult human male. A low and menacing growl escaped its lips.
About the Author:
Lynn Mullican was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. When not spending time with her family and friends, she locked herself in her bedroom and occupied her time writing. She has written short stories, plays, poems and novels. Until the publication of her first novel, Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon, she has published several poems, including Possession-Obsession, Mother!, A Baby Poem, and several more.
Lynn’s writing is dark, edgy and a bit twisted. Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon is a unique tale of one woman’s journey through the vampire and werewolf infested underground fighting circuit.
Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon created many sleepless nights for her and her husband. On several occasions, she awoke her husband in the middle of the night to write down inspirational ideas, characters and sub-plots. Some nights she would stay up late writing, or lie awake for hours, mulling over ideas in her head. And with that said, Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon was born.
Lynn Mullican is the author of horror, paranormal fiction novel, Sacrificial Blood, and horror, thriller, fantasy, action, fiction Bad Elements series, Crystal Dragon and Blood for Blood.
The third installment in the Bad Elements series, The Hybrid is currently underway. Lynn is currently writing a religious horror, thriller fiction novel, The Shadow of Evil.
Lynn’s influences include; Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robert McCammon, and Edgar Allen Poe.
Lynn still lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, Patrick. Her three adult children, Cassandra, Bridget and Joeseph, and her three grand-daughters live close to home.