An apartment resident is recruited for help by four kids who claim that a demonic creature has just laid eggs in the laundry room.
This story is from Year 8, The Year of Revisitation
I revisit one of the stories I’ve already written, and write a new standalone story connected to or inspired by the existing one through a character, a place, an object, a continuation of events (okay, sequel), and so on.
Music: “Evil Is Near (Looped)” by Andrew Sitkov
The subject of a person being harassed by an otherworldly creature around their home was already on my mind after doing a podcast episode on a previous story where that happens. I’ve also previously written a non-horror story about kids discovering a strange creature. (Also, I should probably start using “pizza” as a keyword. Pizza shows up randomly in my stories.)
After posting this story, I was woken in the middle of the night by a crash coming from my closet. I’d piled some clothes on top of something that tipped over. I’ve noticed that stuff like this happens when I post some of the haunted apartment stories. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see or hear something that has a logical explanation, tracing back to something I did before I went to bed. Makes me wonder…am I subconsciously haunting myself?
[Video Description: Trailer. Duration, 43 seconds. Music: ““Evil is Near (Looped)” by Andrew Sitkov. Digital drawing: Portions of a creature. At right, fourteen eyeballs with triangular pupils framed by a mane of shaggy hair and held up by a segmented neck that looks like a series of polyps. The neck extends to the left and out of frame. Along the length of one polyp a mouth that looks like a tear with rows of small sharp teeth. Behind the neck is the creature’s body with cricket-like legs emerging from the side. Title card with the words “Short Story” and “Genre: Horror” and the story title are displayed in front of the image. The title card and story title fade. Lines from the story appear over the image: “It lives in a corner—and it can touch us but we can’t touch it—In a corner it did lay; fourteen eggs every fourteen days. Nothing can destroy it. No weapon forged by human hand.” The title reappears at top after the last line fades. A watermark of the site URL appears at bottom center throughout.]
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