The Eclectic Pen - Crab Legs: Part 4(WIP)


By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 9/19/2009
Last Updated: 6/22/2011
Genre: Horror » General
Words: 453
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  The corridor was lit from within. The walls tinged red and the glow cast was ghostly. A faint odor of vinegar was always present and getting stronger as I walked further into the corridor. When I reached another turn I was surprised to see something within the walls pulsing. The walls quivered and stretched. I knew I should run, or at the very least stay away from the throbbing wall but I was drawn. I put my hand on the wall before I had a chance to delay my action.
I immediately regretted it. My hand was circled by a branch that looked as if were covered in a thin layer of flesh. I knew it was a branch because it was sprouting leaves. The branch tightened it’s grip to hold me, but did not hurt me. The wall spilt and a putrid, vile refuse poured out. I tried not to breath in or look but eventually I had to. Tiny ants crawled around my ankles and spread throughout the corridor. In their wake the floor and walls were peeling away and turning red. They resembled a raw, weeping wound.
I had been so distracted I had not noticed the ants had made a journey up the walls and onto the branch. They slowly advanced and ate away the tiny bit of flesh that layered the branch. When they got to my hand, the first touch made me howl in pain.
I felt a million needles jab into my finger tips and my entire body jolted as if being electrocuted. My body flooded with adrenaline fighting to keep my organs from shutting down and going into shock. I was shaking uncontrollably and felt my eyes roll into my head. Then suddenly the pain was gone. I fell to my knees panting. When I looking up the wall was sealed. There was a pinkish white band like scar tissue. What is happening? I thought. I could not understand this situation or what I was supposed to do to make my way through this situation.
Getting to my feet I grabbed my bag. Then a thought occurred and I set the bag back down. I opened it and grabbed the first thing my hand found. I took out a tube. It was antibiotic ointment. On a whim I decided to rub some on my hands and leave a little on the scarred walls. As I rubbed a strange thing happened. The wall flushed and infused with a dark blue liquid and my mind felt lighter. I felt that my head was clearing. I had done something that changed the course of this way for me. I was beginning to understand what was ahead.


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