The Dead Stories
Chapter One:
"The Chosen one"
It all started long ago, about twenty years ago. It was a dark stormy night. Katheryn was about eight months pregnant as she stumbled around the mists of Boston Mass at eleven thirty at night. Which happened to be devils night, almost Samhein. You could tell she's been hanging around with her friend Captain Morgan. The stench of rum rolled off her breath like cum dripping from a prositutes mouth.
As Katheryn was bent over a dumpster, throwing up previous hours of memories she was approched by two large men with there faces painted to that of clowns. "Katheryn" one man wispered, "the Dark Carnival has chosen you!" As he pulled out a nine inch knife and slit her throught. Before the blood even started oozing and gushing out of her gaping hole, the men had her stripped naked. Both men took turns fucking her until Katheryn's neden was dry, loopy and bloody. While this was happening, Katheryn had a giant smile on her face. She tried to laugh but it was just muffled by gargling sounds and choked on her own blood.
When the two sinister bastereds were finished, they chopped of her head with a rusty hatchet and buried it along with her body in a shallow grave. As they tossed dirt onto Katheryn's face, she was still smiling. Like she knew something that the two men didn't.
As the bell in the local church began to chime, the weather cleared enough to see that the moon was a bright blood color. However, that only lasted a brief second, and then the clouds rolled back in. Thunder could be heard for miles all throughout Massachusettes. A gigantic flash lit up the entire sky as a lighting bolt struck the shallow grave of Katheryn.
All was quiet. As the last bell rang the stroke of midnight striking the start of Samhein, the earth began to shake. A bright radio active green mist filled the air. The shallow grave where Katheryn and her unborn child lay began to crumble and crack. Before the maggots could eat at her smiling face, the dirt slit wide open. A stream of bright red blood seemed to be oozing out of the open earth. Just then, a hand reached up wards to the heavens. The hand had blood dripping and sliding down to its elbow. The arm bent down and grasp the earth and began to pull its self out of the shallow grave. Lightning flashed all through out the area eliminating the green mist. Another arm reached out of the earth wielding the hatchet which was buried with Katheryn.
By now, with the sky lit like the four of July but only with lighting half of this creatures body has crawled from the dirt. With each strike of lighting you can catch a glimpse of what this hideous creature looks like. His eyes burned with fire as if hells pit was inside looking outwards. This mans face was remarkably grotesque. On the right side of his face had the appearance of flesh that was melted and burned in a fire. Not just normal burns, but actually melted with every other inch was pure skull. On parts of his head you could see straight through to his brain which was oozing and twitching like a retarded man hooked on crack. While the left side of his face was completely normal. Strong chiseled chin. Smooth flawless skin and high cheek bones. This mans hair was like razor wire, bright green in color and moved if only possessed by demon spirits.
As he pulled the rest of his body out from the ground the clouds parted to expose the blood moon. In the distance of the sky, witnesses said they saw what looked like circus wagons rolling by. A dark voice was heard screaming in the distance "JimmYDead!!! You are the one! Let all who cross the means of the this carnival suffer his wrath! May your so called savor be with you, for you should be afraid! Not for the people that die, but afraid of why you might die!"....
Chapter Two
"Old People Can't Run"
As the green mist starts to disapate and the ass crack of dawn approches, falls an erie silence throughout Boston and the rest of Massachucets. JimmYDead slowly stagers the streets ready to do the bidding of the Dark Carnival. Suddenly a little dog runs up to JimmYDead and he picked it up in his morbid melted flesh hands as a little girl approches him. "Mr, that's my dog and he got away from me." He turns to her with a huge sadistic grin on his face. JimmYDead brings the dog closer and bites down into the helpless puppies face tearing away at its fur, flesh and skull revealing its brain. As the young girl stands there in horror, her father came running up "what the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking sick? that's my daughters dog you fucking ass hole." JimmYDead took the lifeless dog by its hindlegs and smacked her father square in the face immediatly breaking the mans nose. He then kicked at the mans knee with such force his knee cap litterally went through the back of his leg dropping the girls father instantly. "You're daughter may be fine, but I know what you've been doing to your son and his friends." JimmYDead said to the man. He then took the girls dead dog and began to beat the gimpy helpless man in the head. He screamed and cryed for help. As he begged for forgiveness JimmYDead flipped the man over and took the puppy and shoved dead corps straight into the fathers ass. "Why are you doing this?" The man cried. "You don't like getting something stuck up your ass? Now you know how others feel." JimmYDead replied.
"Mister?" the little girl called out. "You are mistaken. I am not ok. Daddy hurt me to, but I thought it was ok, and that there was something wrong with me. Take this mister." The little girl held out a hatchet which he had apperantly dropped.. JimmYDead reached out and took the hatchet and smiled. He turned back to the bloody man that was laying in his own piss from fear. Raised the hatchet, and dropped with mighty force into the mans back. The blow was done with such force it went into his back and through his chest leaving an indentation into the pavement. The little girl thanked him and skipped away.
JimmYDead looked down the street and noticed a retirement nursing home. Nothing out of the ordanary except it had a dark greenish cloud that hung over head. As he walked in the front door, the woman behind the counter picked up the phone. "You can't come in here! You're evil!" She yelled. JimmYDead raised his hatchet and hurled it into the air and it burried deep in between her massive tits. He walked up to her and as he pulled the the hatchet, the noise it made was that similar to a dick being pulled out of a sloppy asshole. He tore open her white blouse with rinestones on it exposing her huge soft breasts. JimmYDead leaned over and started to suck on her nipples when suddenly he took a bit into her nipple tearing it completely off. He pulled back., smiled and began to chew her flesh and swallowed.
He turned away and walked down the hall way, it was a long way it pretty much took all day, he passed a food cart with a bagel on it. JimmYDead stopped, grabbed a bagel and loaded it up with about five pounds of creame cheese on it and proceded to eat it. He then opened a door and walked into a room with two women. One woman was basically passed in her bed, while the other was sitting in her wheel chair behind a table playing solitar. JimmyDead walked up to the cripple and before she could say a word, he burried his hatchet deep into her face.
Once the blade was deep into her wrinkley skull and her eyes rolled back into her face of leather, JimmYDead jumped over the table and grabbed her legs and folder her lifeless body in half. Once the old bitch was on her back, he pulled down her shit encrused depends, and peeled the scab back that was covering her ninety year old vagina and slid his dick into her.. The woman in the bed on the other side of the room woke up. "Are you going to kill me too?" She stated as she crawled out of bed and got behind her walker. "Janice, I aint gonna kill you like i killed this greedy bitch. See, she stole millions of dollars from people in her life.. Naw, you're gonna die, but its going to be fun!"
The old woman began to take off like a bat out of hell. Not really, how fast can one go while using a walker? JimmYDead caught up to her just as she was reaching the door. He jumped up on the table and grabbed her head. He took his hard dick and rammed it into the old womans right eye. You could hear as her eye popped and oozed as he skull fucked her.. JimmYDead reached down and picked up a spoon that was lying on the table. While she screamed in horror and pain from being skull fucked, he took the spoon and dug it deep into her remaining eye. As the eye ball fell out of its socket and into the spoon, JimmYDead smiled as he raised the eye up to his mouth. With a slight crunch and the sound of a pop, he gargled the juices from the fresh blinking eye. The old woman let out one huge scream as JimmYDead forced his mutated melted fleshed dick deep into her brain, killing her. As the blood dripped from the elderly womans face, sirens could be heard in the distance, as panic and screams could be heard coming from the hallway.
JimmYDead quickly pulled out of her bloody eye socket, and opened the door. He looked down the hallway to see several people there crying and in shock standing over the dead receptionist body. He then ran back into the room and slammed the door. Reaching over to the table, he grabbed a book of matchets and struck one match. With a grin from ear to ear, he set the curtains and matresses on fire, Thinking quickly, he took the table and television and placed them infront of the door baracading himself and the fire inside.
As the police closed in, the room was completely engulfed in a raging tnferno. JimmYDead jumped through the window and ran down the hill into the woods. He turned around and sat on a fallen tree as he watch the entire retirement home go up in flames. As the police parked their cars, JimmYDead smiled and yelled "Its just began! All those who have fucked up, will be fucked up! And the Dark Carnival will take care of them". Screams of elderly handicap people could be heard for miles as their flesh melted off their old whithered bodies. He held his hatchet high in the sky as JimmYDead disapeared into the woods.
Chapter Three
"RedNeck Woods"
As the sun disappeared behind the trees, and darkness crept through mangled branches, one could see two faint glows in opposite directions. One direction you see burning ambers and can still inhale the stench of melting pampers. In the other direction, off in the distance is a slight resemblance of a camp fire.
` As JimmYDead stood in the mist of the forest gazing at the distant campfire, he lifted his blood drenched hatchet to his lips and licked the warm elderly holocaust mess of blood from the blade. He thought to himself “a good kill and meal is sometimes, but when it happens at an old folks home it, it simply…. Depends.. .” and he smiled.
Like a shadow in the night, the undead creature of destruction and murder snuck closer to the campfire, curious on what he might find. Each step he took, didn’t make a sound. The branches he pushed away from his face moved with awkward silence and motion appearing as if they were still. For the campfire that was in the distance, was almost a half a mile away. He reached the outskirts of where the campfires glow was, within a minute, like JimmyDead sprinted through the thick forest without making any noise; almost as if he floated there.
JimmYDead, crouched down behind some thick brush, looking upon the campfire and the people around it; to what appeared to be three hunters. Silently he watched, listening to their conversation.
“Hey you fat fuck, toss me another brew.”
“Fuck you Ryan, you god damn nigger fuckin’ Jew. Get your god damn beer your self..”
“Shit Bubba, why the hell you have to be all racist all the time?” A man wearing a neon orange ball cap, dark green vest and jeans while carving a stick with a 9inch hunting knife stated. “I mean, honestly, what’s your problem with different people?”
“John, I aint racist. I love them niggers. Even have a few in my family tree.”
“I didn’t know you had family that was black.” John replied.
“Shit, I didn’t say they was family, just that they was in my family tree. Wanna see the rope my ancestors used to string those bastards up? I gots a picture of it in my wallet.” Bubba replied with a shit-eating grin on his face. Bubba; a hefty guy weighing about three hundred pounds, is all dressed in camouflage fatigues, with an orange vest and an ammo belt full of shotgun shells across his chest, a colt 45 on his waist and a 12 inch knife strapped on his calf. An ugly person by far, that looks like the off spring of inbreeding sheep and first cousins for many years.
“That’s fuckin terrible! But yet funny at the same time.” Ryan, wearing a red and green striped flannel shirt and construction boots and a knit skullcap hat, cleaning his gun and sipping a beer stated.
“Both you guys are truly fucked up.” John said.
:”Look at your self John, you fuckin turtle neck, tight jean wearing mother fucker with thick ass black rimmed glasses.” Ryan replied. “We all have skeletons in our closet. What are yours?”
John thought for a moment, while sipping on a cup full of vodka. “Well. I’ll tell you of my skeletons, if you open your closet doors first reveling your secretes.” With a smirk on his face, John then asked “Ryan, so tell me, how your wife let you leave home for the weekend while your in-laws came to visit to go hunting with us?”
“Alright, I can play this game.” Ryan stated. “Well you see, my relationship is different than most. In my house, I am king, and what I say goes. My wife didn’t like the fact I was leaving during the weekend her parents are visiting, so I smacked that bitch around a little bit.”
“You hit your wife?” John gasped in shock.
“So? Doesn’t everyone? I’m not dumb enough to leave visible marks and shit, a slap to the face, stomach shots and what not. Nothing serious. Just enough to show who’s boss.” Ryan came back with.
“Not everyone beats their wife, look at Bubba, he’s not married. Haha” John replied. “So Bubba, how about you?”
As JimmYDead listened, he became furious. His eyes were that of fire, he thought about entering the camp and confronting these hunters, but he held his ground and sat still.
“Well, that rope I told you about. It’s a lie. That picture in my wallet isn’t from my relatives, but…What is said here dies here right?” The hefty hick stated.
“Yes. To the grave.” Both Ryan and John whispered as they leaned closer to find out the next thing their fat friend was about to mention.
“Well, I’ve used that rope on several occasions. Last time, I tied two niggers together, and then attached it to my truck and we all went for a drive. Long story short, they didn’t have much fun, cause the drive was over five miles, and they basically had no skin left, so I hoisted them up in a tree by they nigger ankles and gutted em like a fuckin a deer. They only screamed for like…” Bubba suddenly fell to the ground, and as John and Ryan looked at him wondering what happened, they noticed Bubba was bleeding from his head, and a large rock was laying close by.
“To the grave is fucking right!” JimmYDead announced as he stormed from the brush. As Ryan rose from his chair, he was met with a powerful fist upon his startled chin, breaking his jaw and shattering several teeth and then fell backwards unconscious. John stumbled to his feet, still holding his cup of vodka. “What the fuck do you think, think you do areing? Er, fuck what are you doing?” Obviously drunk, John stood swaying waiting for a response. How ever, once John focused on JimmYDead, and realized how grotesque he looked, with his flesh melted and his brain pulsating and his two friends were knocked out, John threw up and then fell to the ground and passed out.
A few hours later, the three hunters woke up. Ryan was the first to wake. He was tied directly to a tree. As he looked around he noticed where his friends were. Bubba was hogged tied laying by the camp fire, and John for some reason was naked, tied spread eagle tied between two trees and a shotgun laying at his feet. Ryan looked over to his right and notice JimmYDead sitting down drinking from a glass bottle of rum that was at the camp while holding a hatchet in his other hand.
“Mmurmur.” Ryan gargled as blood pored from his mouth due to the broken jaw and shattered teeth.
“Shhhh!” JimmYDead whispered as he stood up. He walked towards Ryan while holding the bottle of rum and leaned in: “Like it when you’re getting the shit kicked outta you? Im sure your wife feels the same. How ever, there’s a difference between me and you. I don’t mind leaving marks.” He said as he took the thick glass bottle and punched Ryan in the face. The first hit split his nose but the bottle didn’t break. After about the fourth hit to the face with the bottle, it finally shattered. Both Ryan’s face and the bottle. As glass shards tore his battered face apart, Ryan attempted to scream, but was muffled by the sounds of blood that he chocked on. After five minutes straight of getting punched in the face with a shattered bottle, Ryan no longer had a pulse.
Both John and Bubba were whimpering like the homeless on a twelve degree night in winter with no fire. Terrified of what they just witnessed, and wondering what was going to happen to them.
JimmYDead walked over to Bubba. “Well look at you. A Good ol’ Boy. Full of hatred for no reason. He reached down and pulled out the twelve inch knife Bubba had strapped to his calf and put the blade into the bigots belly button and sliced all the way up to his nipples, revealing his internal organs. Bubba screamed in agony when suddenly JimmYDead grabbed Bubba by his hair, picked him up, and pushed his face straight into the camp fire. Not only was Bubba’s intestines spewing out onto the ground, but his face was becoming a hamburger. The redneck let out a scream that would even send chills through Jeffery Dahmer’s spine. The crackle of melting flesh, and the pop of eye balls under intense heat made John shit his pants and cry harder than what he was. Bubba stopped twitching and his body lye still.
“You fucking sick bastard!!! FUCK YOU! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” John screamed.
“Well Jonny,” JimmYDead replied, “You, and people like you is what is wrong. The Carnival is here and you, like many, brought this upon yourself.” He continued as he walked toward him. He picked up the shotgun that was on the ground infront of John. “Tell me this John. How’s your step daughter?”
‘Wha… What the fuck are you talking about?” John stuttered. “She’s young John. Only four years old I believe. You’ve done things that you wont even ask your wife to try.” JimmYDead replied as he put the shotgun flush against John junk and pulled the trigger blowing his dick and balls into oblivion. As John screamed in horrible pain, he raised his hatchet and swung at John’s left leg, severing it just above the knee cap.
In the near distance, you could hear the sounds of wolves howling. JimmYDead
left John still alive, tied between two trees in immense pain and screaming. As he walked passed passed the burn corpse of Bubba and continued into the woods JimmYDead passed a wolf sitting and watching. The creature snarled at him, and JimmYDead just smiled. “You and your family shall feast tonight.” He said, and continued into the darkness. The sound of John screaming was head in the faint of the night, as a pack of wolves closed in on the bloody shammed man and his dead friends.