photo by authorThe Dog
horror short
Charlie was a good and kind dog, but as we know, when conditioned and enslaved long enough, almost anyone and anything could change, but was this the case with Charlie? His previous owners died during a flood and he was picked up by a young man, Smith, who was a member of Ku Klux Klan and in charge of organizing dog fights.
At first Charlie was confused with Smith’s attempts to make him tear dolls apart, Charlie was often beaten. The poor black dog just assumed that he was being disobedient and naughty and instead of becoming vicious he tried to be even more gentle. Sinister Smith was growing inpatient with him, it was getting closer to a next event and he needed Charlie to be in it, or they’d have a shortage of dogs fighting.
When the event arrived Smith put Charlie against a violent aggressive dog and bet against him, Charlie was brutalized and nearly killed, Smith took Charlie out to the shore and dumped him in the water.
As Charlie floated there, slowly taking in too much water, eventually he was brought back to the shore, miraculously still alive. He got up wobbling and limping from injuries.
Charlie looked around in desperation, he was starving, not being fed for days, but then he saw a squid like creature washed up laying on the shore, it died recently and had bloody wounds. Charlie had no idea what it was and he felt bad for thinking of eating it, as if his pride would sink, but he did it anyway, the hunger was too terrible to resist. He bit the chewy meat of the creature, filling up his mouth with it’s blood. Once he was full he wobbled to the side and felt unbelievable pain in his stomach, the dog shook in agony, fell on the ground and began to twist, then he died.
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Early morning Charlie’s eyes opened, they were fully red, indeed this was no longer Charlie, but whatever abominable vile parasite that took over his tired body, Charlie’s poor spirit could rest now.
The dog wandered close to the town, he saw a lot of movement in the streets of the poor neighborhood, plenty of humans, too many to attack at once. The dog hid behind some old wooden boxes in a small alley and waited. A cat came by and jumped down there, it hissed at the dog, before the cat could do anything else, tentacles out of the dogs mouth twisted around the cat’s neck and pulled her towards the sharp teeth. With satisfaction the hellish fiend of a dog devoured the cat. Carnivorous beast was only partially satisfied.
That night the dog lurked in the darkness, searching for a loner and found one in a drunk walking near the old railroad which went through a ghastly part of town. The man heard ominous growl behind him and once seized was able to let out some agonizing screams before being torn into shreds. The sounds reached near by homes as few people ran out, in horror they found the bits of the man, but nothing else.
In the morning an investigator arrived, looking lazily over the scene. This was the poorest and most miserable part of town and in reality he didn’t give a damn about these people, although the scene and the description of the screams did disturb him.
Following night Charlie caught sent of another dog’s blood, the scent lead to the shore. There he saw two men, Smith and another, dumping few bodies of freshly killed dogs. The fiendish dog found the two men far more appetizing and rushed them. As it tore one of the man’s neck out in an instant, Smith began to run as fast as he could. Alas, it was no match for the demon dog’s speed as tentacles wrapped around his leg and the dog tore a chunk of his leg out. As Smith screamed in utter pain, the parasite inside Charlie saw a memory of the dog’s final hours, he realized that it was this human who brought death upon the dog. Being one with Charlie’s body now the creature felt obligated to punish this man, it sinisterly circled around Smith, tearing one small bit at a time. Eventually Smith had no more strength left to scream as his body was completely depleted. The dog stood on his chest staring into his soul with it’s horrifying red eyes until final life drained from the man.
Was the punishment for Smith suitable or too harsh? Who is to judge such things? The universe answered the call that he was sending out with his evil deeds and answered it in full perhaps?
As for the dog, to this day the parasite travels the shores, inflicting pain, waiting for innocent beach goers.
If you do see a black dog with red eyes roaming the shores during your lovely time, do call him Charlie, perhaps shaking that memory will save your life!
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