Hit and Run

Klingon Hamlet

The boy stepped out in front of me. I stamped on the brakes. The car screamed with me. It was dark, it was late, and it was freezing cold, and the strange boy was pale in his summer tshirt, just standing watching waiting for me to smash into his shins and spray his brains across my windshield, but he would have to wait a long time, because the brakes worked fast, and my car screeched to a halt.

My hands throbbed; damn near tore the steering wheel off. Steam wafted from the front bonnet. The smoke curled around the boy's face. He was smiling.

Jesus kid, I said as I stepped outside, rubbing my arms and slowly moving towards him. You alright...?

The smile was there and the face, all pale, kept level with the windshield, where his brains should've been had I not thought fast and stopped faster. The eyes were odd in the night, glinting black in th headlights of my wheezing car. Not black. Wait.

Oh god...

I stopped in my tracks and tried to rationalise it, deny it, forget it. Run-run-run my brain shouted and my knees agreed, but the rest of me froze in that cold bitter night. Spine stiff, neck so straight it ached, head pounding. Maybe I was ill. Yes.

Or maybe that boy, that smiling mannequin boy, really had no eyes. That was real blood seeping from the wounds where his eyes should be. No. Couldn't be.

Wha---what happened to you? I said it calmly, or meant to, but my balls had by then returned to the confines of my belly and made a nest. My throat closed up. I was so scared I had to clench to keep my wang from leaking.

The smile neve faltered, but the head turned, and the eyeless holes were looking right at me. Like that open door downstairs when it's late and there's no light: you look through it, and something looks right back at you. Imaginary or no, you feel it.

Well I felt it right there and then, struggling to keep my piss locked up, felt the power of the boy with no eyes, and only then did I realise he raised a hand, and his nails were crawling, rippling.

Outburst

I like it. Some nice imaginative touches and well written.

mylittlepony

I like it.
Is this an sample from a horror story you writing?

Klingon Hamlet

mylittlepony wrote: »

I like it.
Is this an sample from a horror story you writing?

No I'd a few minutes spare in work so I thought about what scared me, and in general it's very still, very silent people.