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Authors: Devan Sagliani
Tags: Horror
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remained edge up while the rest of the glass shattered.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little girls rushing towards his unprotected legs. Tyler quickly turned, and yanked the lamp down to block them, pulling the grisly corpse of his girlfriend's former neighbor down with it. The metal bar came down on the head of the first girl, knocking her back, but her twin slipped beneath it at the last second and charged teeth-first towards Tyler's crotch.
She's going to bite my junk, Tyler thought in terror.
Fear and instinct caused him to kick out at her, just as she lunged for him. His foot caught her square in the gut, sending her flailing backwards towards her dad and sister. The blow did little to faze her. She sprung back to her feet, chattering like a rabid squirrel, and raced towards him again. Tyler kicked frantically at her, doing his best to keep her from sinking her tiny, sharp teeth into his legs. She just kept coming.
Do something, man, or you're going to die!
Tyler screamed, and kicked at her as hard as he could. His new sneakers connected with her jaw, redirecting her towards the glass table. He braced himself for her next attack, but she didn't get back up again. He maneuvered closer to her, ready for her to bounce back to life like a terrifying jack in the box, his clammy hands slipped slightly on the lamp pole keeping her dad and sister at bay. Turning his head for a quick glance, he saw that by some stroke of luck she'd managed to land face-first on the upturned corner of the coffee table. The sharp glass sunk deep into her skull. She lay as still as the grave, while a trickle of rancid smelling oily fluid leaked down her lips and off her chin, staining the carpet under her.
Head shots, Tyler thought. Why didn't I think of that before?
The crowd on the patio was growing. They'd begun to press their bodies against the glass, desperate to get in and join the hunt. Tyler knew what he needed to do. Summoning all the strength he could muster, he drove the lamp and Mr. Hendrix towards the closest wall. He let out an animal cry as he rammed the pole—still attached to the man—into the side of the living room, forcing the glass-edged pole deeper into his torn face. The man roared in anger, clawing at the metal pole until the harsh sound of fingernails on metal filled the room. His remaining daughter came running towards Tyler, but he was ready for her. He brought down the heavy base of the metal lamp on top of her head as hard as he could, knocking her to the ground. The force of the blow tore her small skull wide open. She writhed on the carpet, not fully dispatched, but unable to rise again and rejoin the attack.
Serves the little bitch right, Tyler thought.
He redoubled his efforts to drive the lamp through Mr. Hendrix's face, but despite sinking the business end of the lighting fixture nearly half an inch into the man's right cheekbone, the monster still kept fighting.
“What's it gonna take to fucking kill you?”
In frustration Tyler yanked at the lamp, pulling the man closer to him in the process. He kicked Mr. Hendrix in his spare tire, giving the metal rod a solid tug, and managed to dislodge it. He couldn't believe his good luck, but he didn't waste any time celebrating. Using both hands, he whirled the lamp around and used the base to knock Mr. Hendrix to the soiled carpet. Even though he was wounded beyond comprehension, the reanimated corpse began to crawl towards Tyler, still unwilling to surrender. Tyler stood over him and, using both hands, drove the hard metal into the man's skull over and over, until he stopped moving. Tyler was panting and covered in sweat when he threw the lamp aside, but he knew he wasn't done yet.
I just need a quick minute to catch my breath, he thought.
The sound of the living room glass exploding let him know he wasn't going to get it. Tyler sprang towards the front door like a jackrabbit on the run from a pack of wild predators. He threw the door open, and
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little girls rushing towards his unprotected legs. Tyler quickly turned, and yanked the lamp down to block them, pulling the grisly corpse of his girlfriend's former neighbor down with it. The metal bar came down on the head of the first girl, knocking her back, but her twin slipped beneath it at the last second and charged teeth-first towards Tyler's crotch.
She's going to bite my junk, Tyler thought in terror.
Fear and instinct caused him to kick out at her, just as she lunged for him. His foot caught her square in the gut, sending her flailing backwards towards her dad and sister. The blow did little to faze her. She sprung back to her feet, chattering like a rabid squirrel, and raced towards him again. Tyler kicked frantically at her, doing his best to keep her from sinking her tiny, sharp teeth into his legs. She just kept coming.
Do something, man, or you're going to die!
Tyler screamed, and kicked at her as hard as he could. His new sneakers connected with her jaw, redirecting her towards the glass table. He braced himself for her next attack, but she didn't get back up again. He maneuvered closer to her, ready for her to bounce back to life like a terrifying jack in the box, his clammy hands slipped slightly on the lamp pole keeping her dad and sister at bay. Turning his head for a quick glance, he saw that by some stroke of luck she'd managed to land face-first on the upturned corner of the coffee table. The sharp glass sunk deep into her skull. She lay as still as the grave, while a trickle of rancid smelling oily fluid leaked down her lips and off her chin, staining the carpet under her.
Head shots, Tyler thought. Why didn't I think of that before?
The crowd on the patio was growing. They'd begun to press their bodies against the glass, desperate to get in and join the hunt. Tyler knew what he needed to do. Summoning all the strength he could muster, he drove the lamp and Mr. Hendrix towards the closest wall. He let out an animal cry as he rammed the pole—still attached to the man—into the side of the living room, forcing the glass-edged pole deeper into his torn face. The man roared in anger, clawing at the metal pole until the harsh sound of fingernails on metal filled the room. His remaining daughter came running towards Tyler, but he was ready for her. He brought down the heavy base of the metal lamp on top of her head as hard as he could, knocking her to the ground. The force of the blow tore her small skull wide open. She writhed on the carpet, not fully dispatched, but unable to rise again and rejoin the attack.
Serves the little bitch right, Tyler thought.
He redoubled his efforts to drive the lamp through Mr. Hendrix's face, but despite sinking the business end of the lighting fixture nearly half an inch into the man's right cheekbone, the monster still kept fighting.
“What's it gonna take to fucking kill you?”
In frustration Tyler yanked at the lamp, pulling the man closer to him in the process. He kicked Mr. Hendrix in his spare tire, giving the metal rod a solid tug, and managed to dislodge it. He couldn't believe his good luck, but he didn't waste any time celebrating. Using both hands, he whirled the lamp around and used the base to knock Mr. Hendrix to the soiled carpet. Even though he was wounded beyond comprehension, the reanimated corpse began to crawl towards Tyler, still unwilling to surrender. Tyler stood over him and, using both hands, drove the hard metal into the man's skull over and over, until he stopped moving. Tyler was panting and covered in sweat when he threw the lamp aside, but he knew he wasn't done yet.
I just need a quick minute to catch my breath, he thought.
The sound of the living room glass exploding let him know he wasn't going to get it. Tyler sprang towards the front door like a jackrabbit on the run from a pack of wild predators. He threw the door open, and
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