Saturday, March 12, 2011

Unexpected Dead

I'm actually pretty sure I wrote this before I ever discovered Marble Hornets, Slender Man, The Rake, SCP, or any other creepypasta. Funny, since it fits that sort of tone. Cameo in future Slenderverse work?

He comes and feasts upon the corpses of the unexpected dead. Those eerie fingers, tips lacking nails, always moving, probing the very air. That terrible face, malformed, but desperately grasping at some shred of humanity. He creeps, her smell choking the very air around her, stalking the not-yet-dead like a vulture circling future carrion. Night after night, day in and day out, he stalks her prey until, finally, Death takes them. And she pounces upon the fresh meat, his strong fingers ripping chunks of flesh free, shoveling it into that gaping hole where her stomach should be. Finally, the body completely consumed,leaving not a trace of the once living, he wanders off to stalk Death's next victim.

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