Past Matters

Suspense Stories | Dec 28, 2011 | 2 min read
80 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
"CUT YOUR SOUL OUT!"
"BLEED 'TILL THE DEATH OF ME!"
The rock band, So Far So Gone, stood upon the tattered stage.
Their sound growing in intensity.
Guitars reaping! Drums bellowing! Screaming the lyrics of insanity!
The crowd following each beat- each note. Hitching a ride in music. And each sheep tailgating the next to follow. Reap! Bellow! Scream!

Silence.

Now screams of fear fill the night air. Oh how joyous the music spreads.
No! Not music-- terror.
The Reaping.

Detective Galoy placed the coffee-spilt file on his partners table.
"Forty-eight kids dead in a single night. Cause of deaths are similar but unknown," his voice of no real interest, but a smidgen of concern.
"You think this has something to do with those newcomers? Ahhh... The Dinlans?" Asked Peter, Galoy's partner.
"Possibly. But Dorothy was amongst the 48 dead."
"Dorothy Dinlan?"
"Yeah."
Peter opened the file. The contents were gruesome. Every face shattered. Peter looked at Galoy.
"There's more to this than we think. We need to find the truth."

Galoy entered the crypt where the concert was held. First piece of evidence: the scratch marks on the burned wallpaper.
"The file said nothin' about a fire," he shouted back to Peter.
They continued inwards.
Blood. Scratches. Blood.
And without warning ....
"CUT YOUR SOUL OUT!"
"BLEED 'TILL THE DEATH OF ME!"
They're with the crowd. Seeing everything they saw before whatever killed the mass of people.
The music grows with intensity. And...
Silence.

Screaming. Everywhere. Chaos. But it wasn't entirely dark.

From the winged curtain, appeared a red metal. A branding iron. Its holder- a street walker.
And from beyond, the sparkle of black eyes. The deathly glow of intoxication. Green like a monster.

The detectives watched the people burn outside in. Their flesh bubbled, their skin rose. Their eyes turned back. Like sheep tailgating their leader. Red, blood-soaked, sheep.
The street walker branded each body. And as the brand appeared on the body, it rose, like a puppet pulled with strings.

Galoy and Peter stood for a long time watching the scene. Useless. Bystanders to murder.

But then...

Silence.

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Paul J Dec 29, 2011

I think it's a good piece of writing. Very descriptive and informative. As for the comment above, ignore it. That does not help at all. Good writing, keep it up.

Amber Dec 29, 2011

I dont like this story i think its a piece of crbap. Sorry.

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