's 2013 Horror Write-off:

" Innocence "

Submitted by Brian Shadensack

God my head...

These are how my days started. Always waking up with a fuzzy pain. Those few moments of stupid bliss before I realize I was still in its clutches. I don't remember much from before I was here. All I remember was the feeling of being wrapped up and safe, and even that memory is becoming distant and surreal.

Its not around...

I look over to my friend, forgetting that it pulled my friends head off early this week, slowly. He gnawed at it, chipped at it, pulled on it till it came off with a wet squelch. I want to vomit but my mouth has been deformed to the point where I can't even open far enough to let the bile fall.

My tongue floats in the digestive stew.

This is not the worse though. The worse is when new "playthings" show up. Always in bright colors, bright costumes, so happy, so alive, not realizing the hell to follow.

The worse was a soldier, he had some ridiculous name like "Chuck Ram", totally fake, obviously here to kill the beast. His weapons where obviously cheap, poorly made, a use and destroy type armory. They were all one color, deformities on the handle from cast. No markings. Use, throw away, survive...

The beast ate his gun...

and choked...

And that made me laugh and laugh and laugh, till the bigger things came by. The beast being indescribable, the giant things that came, cooed over it, were mind breaking.

I continued laughing, and laughing, and laughing, for what seemed like months.

It must have grown tired of my laughing, for that is when it put me in its horrid fleshy maw, and mangled my face.

But that is a story for another time, the beast returns, I want to run and hide, I'm too full of fear, legs like cloth, worst of all the other things are with him.

I hear them coo over it, call it names, make high pitched noises at it.

The beast looks at me, gurgles, and breaks me in half.

The last thing I hear is its wailing as the things try to comfort it.