Rage
I’d seen it before – glimpsed it from the corner of my eye as I walked past the open doorway – but never had it revealed itself to me openly. Today, as I glanced back into the guest room certain that I would see nothing, there it was, looming before me. It stared back, eyes the color of onyx, seething with anger and intent. Its clawed hands clenched into fists, its interlocking teeth bared in a snarl, its lips quivering with menace, and its chest heaving with hostility and rage. Foulest of all was its opalescent skin, skin that dripped putrescent globules of mucus onto the wooden floor. It conveyed a hatred beyond belief.
Frozen in the moment, I stood stock-still. The crash of the laundry basket hitting the floor yanked me back to the normal world. As soon as the basket landed, the thing hissed and leapt. I turned in a vain attempt to escape. I screamed, but was only able to utter a whimper of shock and terror. Just as I made my way through the doorway to my own bedroom, it landed upon my back. It tore at my hair, ripped apart my clothing and flesh, dug through my shoulder blade with its taloned grip as it ripped the scapula free of the muscle and sinew holding it in place. I fell to the floor, taking it with me.
Having found my voice, I screamed at full volume with every ounce of breath in me. It tore at my face, rent my lip in two and slashed bits of flesh from my cheeks. All the while, I dragged my body forward, desperately trying to escape. Then it bit into the base of my skull – the sensation of its teeth sinking in seared through my brain and halted my forward motion. I lay there waiting to die; it sat upon me, savoring my anguish.
Then another sound reached my ears; a venomous hiss. The thing whipped around, saw the cat hiding under the bed, hissed in return and used its clawed feet to leap into the air, further gouging my back as it fled. I lay there terrified to move; terrified not to try. It was no use, my body would not respond. The cat crawled out from under the bed, sniffed me and mewled deep in his chest as if asking forgiveness before he ran off, abandoning me to my fate.
I lay there alone, unable to move, panting for breath. Six hours before the children would be home, just shy of six hours before their father returned from work. I prayed to God that he would find me first.
From somewhere in the room, the sound of a glob hitting the floor echoed off the wood.
© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.
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Nina D'Arcangela
Sotet Angyal 
October 25th, 2013 at 9:21 am
I love your style, creepy girl:) Can’t wait for tomorrow’s feast!
Happy Hopping♥
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:30 pm
Thank you, Anne!! Happy Hopping to you too! 😉
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:37 am
Nothing quite like unexpected, unexplained, unnatural horror to jump-start my morning! Thank you, Nina, ‘RAGE’ was a great little read!! 🙂
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:31 pm
I had fun writing it, and featuring Mr. You know Who under the bed! His first literary experience! I’ll tell him, but he’ll forget 10 seconds later! lol :}
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:41 am
Wow, that was a really creepy and scary! Brilliant!
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:32 pm
Happy to creep you out a little bit, Paul! Thank you!! 🙂
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October 25th, 2013 at 10:22 am
Love the word “glob.” That gives the story that extra bit of creepy.
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:33 pm
Glob is a fabulous word that gets used far to infrequently!! There is no mistaking the sound of a ‘glob’ hitting the floor!
Happy Hopping! ;}
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October 25th, 2013 at 11:01 am
Wow!
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:33 pm
Thanks!
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October 25th, 2013 at 12:07 pm
How delightfully gruesome! Nicely done, Nina.
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Thank you, Alex. I think delightfully gruesome is a very apt description of both me and my demented prose. 🙂
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October 25th, 2013 at 12:41 pm
You do have a sick mind. Thank goodness. And the master of last lines
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:36 pm
LOL – sick & twisted is the only way to stay sane! And thank you, I get a kick out of leaving the story hanging – that may be because I never want it to end…
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October 25th, 2013 at 12:50 pm
Very Nice! Happy Halloween!
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Thank you! Happy Halloween to you as well! If I have a chance, I promise to ‘carve’ something in your honor. 😉
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October 25th, 2013 at 3:22 pm
Bloody and horrific, just perfect.
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:38 pm
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
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October 25th, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Im loving this, great hopping, great fiction. What more could I want!
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October 25th, 2013 at 9:39 pm
Thanks, Juan! Keep coming back, six more days to go! 🙂
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October 25th, 2013 at 10:09 pm
Very descriptive story. I was watching it in my mind as I was reading it…and loving it.
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October 27th, 2013 at 1:25 pm
Hi Jeanette! Thank you very much!! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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October 28th, 2013 at 2:31 pm
You’ve done it again woman – kudos!
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October 28th, 2013 at 10:10 pm
Spank ya so much! (I really like this little snippet – I feel like that thing when I’m driving sometimes, but shhhhh)
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October 29th, 2013 at 10:38 am
Sick and twisted, Nina. Well-done. I like how the cat betrayed her…Damn cats. Now a dog, a dog wouldn’t have left you. He might have started eating you after a few hours, but you can’t hold that against him. 🙂
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October 30th, 2013 at 8:20 pm
LOL – nah, you’ve got that backwards. The cat didn’t abandon her, it saved itself! A dog would have stayed quiet and peed under the bed. And it’s a cat who eats the dead body as available meat after death, a dog remains loyal to what it still perceives to be its master. 😉
And thank you very kindly for the sick and twisted compliment! I hold that in highest regard! lol ;}
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