Bogleech.com's 2017 Horror Write-off:
Jac R. B. (JacobGuy)
I did not expect how this morning would turn out I must say.
Now, I live at the shore of a beach and thats rather nice, but this is in no way any ocean i've ever seen in my life before.
First off, nothing is here anymore. By that I mean my entire neighborhood, the town, god even the mainland is just gone.
Its as if my house was just ripped out of the ground and dumped into.... whatever this is.
its.... some kind of ocean, but its not water, i dont even know what to call it. it moves and acts like water, almost exactly, but it has the appearance and texture of perfectly dry sea sponge.
its a very bizzare feeling to have it flow between your fingers like a fluid.
and the sky, if I can call it that anymore, is just dead black. Like, completely pitch black, no stars or anything, yet somehow everything is just as bright as it would be in the middle of the day.
i just woke up to this. I made my coffee and walked out on my patio and this is the sight im met with. what do you do in a situation like this?
My house is very clearly floating in the middle of this strange "ocean" yet it doesnt rock as if it is, nor does it sink, and despite the fact that it flows between my fingers like water, i can still walk on it like a water bed.
i run around frantically, searching for any semblance of human life other than my own and....
Im the only one out here.
i begin to resign myself to my fate when i see something in the distance.
something is coming. something big, and something fast.
its coming so quickly that whatever it is seems to throw this strange fluid off of it to the sides like a speeding torpedo, leaving massive waves in its wake.
I panic, I dont know what to do, so i grab onto a support beam on my patio for dear life when it goes under just as it nears
i dont even get the time to form a thought before i feel a great impact.
It rammed me. It rammed my house.
This would not end here, no-way no-how. Instead whatever this thing is would continue to circle my home, my Island or Oasis or whatever you'd call it in this situation.
Whatver this thing was, it was either angry, or Hungry. I just hope to whatever God or gods might be out there that it isn't both.
It continued this routine for quite some time, circle, dive, Ram.
Circle, Dive, Ram.
it stopped. It stopped very suddenly. I had begun think the fact that I may be left alone in this alien oceanscape was more horrifying than being hunted for only a moment
before that was, i walked outside to see what was happening.
It had reared itself up over my house, "Dripping" with bits of the ocean as it gazed upon me with its 6, sharp, hateful red eyes.
its long, beaklike mouth twisted into a snarl and bearing its teeth, you could guess that this would be the end for me.
I shielded myself with my arms at it sat their huffing itself up, as if to seem more and more intimidating, an icing on the cake to terrify its prey.
I waited for it to strike.
i was too afraid to look up until a deep, rumbling voice addressed me.
"HEY BUDDY. YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE OUT HERE, 'WAS HOPIN YOU'D CATCH MY DRIFT FROM EARLIER. THE BIG GUY 'ROUND THESE PARTS AIN'T TOO PRIVY TO YOU N YOUR KIN."
I could only manage to eek out a pathetic "w-what?" before it spoke again
"UH-OH LIL GUY, LOOKS LIKE BORIS' CAUGHT ON TO YA. BETTER SCRAM WITH WHATEVER THIS IS BEFORE HE GETS HERE. GOOD LUCK, YOU'LL NEED IT."
and with that, it was gone. no more ramming, no more fear.
well, at least until I remembered, "Boris" was coming
I didn't have much time to dwell on whatever "Boris" could be before i saw something massive break the horizon.
Whatever boris is, He's gaining speed, and hes coming fast.
And if Boris is the Bigger fish, i'd hate to see whats Bigger than That