Short Stories

Roach Motel

A Nightmare on Elm Street fan fiction…

On the Elm Street sidewalk, Debbie Stevens dismissed Alice and Dan’s warnings. “I control my body. Freddy isn’t getting near me.”

That night, Debbie lay beneath a loaded barbell in an empty gym. Skrrrrt. Metal claws dragged across the iron. Freddy Krueger stepped from the shadows and slammed his glove onto the weight. “Let’s see how much weight you can really carry!”

The bar crushed her sternum. CRACK. Her joints snapped backward as black chitin ripped through her flesh. Her jaw split into mandibles; her torso flattened into an amber shell. Freddy waved his glove, and the gym folded into a sticky cardboard box stenciled: ROACH MOTEL.

Debbie’s six insect legs locked into the floor’s thick adhesive. From the dark, oversized male cockroaches swarmed. Overwhelmed by raw chemical pheromones, her mouthparts mindlessly scraped at the lead male’s secretions.

Freddy peered into the trap, grinning sadistically. “Open wide and swallow his juice, bitch! That big buck is packing you full of his stinking bastards!”

The male roach rammed its rigid claspers into her rear carapace, locking tight and spinning 180 degrees. Trapped end-to-end, Debbie watched in paralyzed horror as a scalding torrent of…