There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The detective reads on the cell phone of the deceased man with his rib cage exposed. Flesh barely hanging on from the walls slowly slides down as the detective walks around the trail of mutilated corpses. He pulls out a small rag as he holds it up to his nose to shield him from the smell. As he steps around avoiding the pools of blood, his stomach starts to turn and fights to come out of him. While he examines the room his mind starts to slowly piece together the carnage that occurred.
The detective continues his search for answers as he walks through a door leading to a smaller room. The room overcome with darkness admitted a putrid smell as the detective reluctantly advances brandishing a flashlight accompanied by his handgun. The light shines slowly moving toward the ceiling and the detective jumps back as blood falls on his face from the hanging corpses. He falls down as his flashlight shines on limbs and severed heads that were displayed in a makeshift shrine in the form of an upside down cross. He crawls forward quickly attempting to grab his flash light while he slips and falls covering himself in the decomposing flesh that surrounds him.
He screams in disgust and his adrenaline kicks in as he scrambles to his feet grabbing his flashlight and blood soaked gun. He tries to move but his body is paralyzed by the elongated hand that gently grabs him from behind. The detective is saturated with panic as the silhouette of the being is revealed to him.
“God please save me!” The detective says.
“God doesn’t exist behind the door.” The entity says in a demonic voice.
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Apollo Johnson
The idea of bringing the emotion to life is what motivates me. Good story telling is the key to life and the heart of our history as a people. My goal is to inspire and be remembered as a great story teller. I offer a look into my mind.
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Champion of Tumulto
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' The sign reads as Cipher walks into the coliseum. The crowd roared with excitement as the warriors from different worlds came to fight for the honor to be named champion of Tumulto. Only 14 warriors were picked to come and compete from the neighboring planets. Originally there were over 50 entries but assassins began to dispatch the contestants that the red order did not have interest in. This was not any championship of greatness, the warrior who was victorious in battle would have the honor of naming the next queen. The red order couldn’t risk losing any power and they were not going to gamble on some off world wild card. As Cipher walks onto a platform in one of the scanning areas,he starts replaying all of the events that put him into this fight for his life.
By Apollo Johnson about a year ago in Fiction
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You are supposed to enter it in the Horror genre for the challenge. Its a good story.