Bogleech.com's 2016 Horror Write-off:

We Make You Sick

Submitted by Anonymous

Picture yourself running up a staircase, exhausted, trembling all over, the terror almost ripping you apart from within.

You are being pursued by what can roughly be described as man-sized, hovering eggplants with tusks. They are subtly wobbling in excitement, making a terrible, if barely audible hobbhobbhobb sound.

A door flings open to your left, and another person darts out into the staircase. They too are being pursued by a couple of intruders, but without paying any attention to you, they head in the opposite direction. Before you can even open your mouth to warn them, they collide with the creatures further down, who are greeting them with happy gurgling sounds of surprise. You keep running as the two other invaders from the office join the feast. It's a cacophony of excited shrieks, cracking- and slurping sounds as skin is pealed right off a living body. Most of all, screams. Screams of agony. Not all of them are coming from the victim...

You have almost reached the roof. At the bottom of the last set of stairs, pressed against a corner, you see another invader bent over a lifeless body, slurping up the few remaining strands of skin.

This one is no threat to you: the once colourful, shiny hide, impervious to all known weapons, is pale, cracked and covered in pustules. The creature is wheezing, shaking, drying up. And yet, still feeding, growing weaker and weaker with every gulp. You don't even want to imagine how many of your kin this one must have consumed. Soon, this creature will die as well and become one of the countless, withered husks scattered all over the city, entangled in the contorted corpses of their prey.

You sprint past the dying creature and find yourself on the rooftop. You slam the door shut behind you. You barricade it as well as you can, then try to calculate the distance you'd have to jump to reach the roof of the next building. It's barely within reach. You're scared of heights. You have never been much of an athlete. And you're so, so tired.

You let out an incredulous cry as you hear them banging against the door.

Sobbing, you fight the urge to let yourself sink down on your knees.

Before you even realize it, you're screaming. All of your fear, your despair, your anger are forcing their way out, erupting with such a force that you almost fall over.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!! WE MAKE YOU SICK!! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?! WE MAKE YOU SICK, YOU STUPID IDIOTS! DO YOU EVEN CARE? Do you even care about anything...?"

In your blurred peripheral vision, the city extends as a sea of the dead and the dying, with distant screams and pathetic cries rising up through the crisp autumn air.