"s 2015 Horror Write-off:

" The hooligans: Neighbor "

Submitted by Jac R.B. (JacobGuy)

My neighbor has been seemingly sick lately. It started with him just coming outside later than usual. This usually wouldn't arouse suspicion if this wasn't a very schedule oriented man. Always coming outside the tend to his garden at 8:00 on the dot every day. One day he just didn't show up at all.

He was a fairly pleasant man, everyone in the neighborhood knew him, and knew his schedule well, so when he didn't show up, everyone got a bit concerned. I went up to his house to check up on him.

He lives alone so I wouldn't be surprised if he just up and didn't answer if something was wrong. But he answered, and there was definitely something wrong. When he  opened the door the first thing I noticed was his glazed over eyes, 

"How are you doing today Mr.Myke? Is something wrong?"

It took a few moments for him to register what I said, shifting awkwardly in place the whole time

"Y-yeah... I think I just caught a bug is all..."

He wheezed every word he spoke, as he shifted around I noticed the enormous bulge on his back, it looked like some kind of cancer.

"Mr. Myke I think you need to go to the doctor."

"What? No, I'm fine really!"

He tried what seemed to be slamming the door in my face but he only managed to make it swing harder than usual. I caught a glimpse of something under his shirt as he turned away from me. Something slithered around under there. I'm really worried for my neighbor.

My neighbor wasn't my neighbor today.

It was 6:08 am and I was woken up by a loud clutter coming from Mr. Myke's house. I watched from my porch as what was left of him stumbled out.

Hunched over,



That's not even the half of it.

Some sort of huge mushroom was sprouting straight out of his back. I was frozen on my porch in a mix of disbelief and horror. He slowly shambled out of his door and some kind of tentacle came from his back and grabbed a hat from inside, putting it on the top of the mushroom. His head turned to me, and a tentacle waved, from the mushroom I could hear his voice.

"Morn'n neighbor! Feeling better than ever!"

I nearly soiled myself as I watched that thing shamble through the yards and into the nearby woods. I never saw Mr. Myke again, and on a related note, I never tried gardening again either.