Bogleech.com's 2016 Horror Write-off:
It's all red
It all started five years ago I don't really like thinking about it or even looking back. You see I used to live a normal life I was just like you, or maybe I wasn't not that it matters. Hell nothing matters anymore, but I can't let them in I can't let them in I can't let them in. I'm sorry I got side tracked back to well back then. One day i received a phone call I didn't recognize the number, but I didn't... Or maybe I couldn't see a reason not to answer it.
All I heard on the other end was static, and something that sounded like a cat hissing only it sounded like it was underwater... Well you can't hear things underwater I just mean that sort of deafened sound that overlaps things when your ears are blocked, anyway, anyway so after a couple seconds I heard this thumping this really sickly wet thumping that slowly closed in on the phone.
As you can imagine by now I was ready to hang up, but right I mean RIGHT as I went to hang up I heard this sound like you wouldn't believe. This screeching grating sound like metal on metal. And then there was this girl crying, and the sounds of an old dial up computer. So at point my heart is pounding because I have no clue what the fuck is going on then I hear "It's red...It's Red..It's ALL RED DON'T YOU SEE, DON'T YOU SEE THE SKIN CRAWLER?!" And this was the same girl I'd heard crying. So after all of that I hear a mechanical voice say "Goodbye." And the phone hangs up.
You're probably thinking okay so you got a weird phone call everything went back to being peachy. Well it didn't I started hearing that sick thumping everywhere I went like some big fucking heartbeat, and I started noticing bit by bit things that weren't right. People started looking like they were rotting, like their skin had started flaking in places, and rotting underneath the scaling.
That's not the worst of it. It got much, much worse. I went to see my mother, and father. They were rotting too with their skin turning a sickly grey, and their eyes looked bulging and white like fat boiled eggs. Now at this point I'd never really payed much mind to what these corpse things had to say. When my parents spoke it was nothing but inane gibberish. "For the wiggle i'd give burning the scar flesh what squelch when hook." My father said with a disgusting, and distraught look that was exacerbated by his rotten complexion. I felt my stomach roil, as the stench of the house caught my attention. What looked like raw skin had started to grow on everything. ( I guess I forgot to mention that.) My mother seemed to ask me something but I couldn't understand it.
I left, I couldn't take seeing my family like this.
Back to the present however everything is rotten or raw, and covered in blood. Even the food is either rotting meat or slick blood covered gore. I haven't eaten in weeks now I'm so hungry.
The raw stuff is almost starting to look good...Scratch that I just found out what the raw stuff is...I'm not eating it I don't wanna think about how those things eat it.
It's been two days since my last writing I haven't eaten still I passed out a few times from hunger. I'm scared my skin is starting to itch, Maybe it's because I haven't showered in a few months. I stopped doing that when the water started smelling like sewage; the bottled stuff is safe.
Several of the rotten people have tried getting into my apartment I think they know that I know what they are.
The raw skin thats covering everything outside started growing these cysts, and some sort of bugs are crawling out of them. What are they?
I saw someone like me someone normal, but, but those fucking bugs they...One of them crawled on his neck i saw he was scared, and then it...It started tearing into his neck, and it crawled in. And then more of them started crawling inside of him.... God I want to die I want to die I want to die........he...he it's only a matter of time before it isn't it?......
...........................................................................................................................................................................................................tick tock tick tock I just had a thought...I should make a phone call.