Alice in Horror LandA Story by Darkimmortal So as you may be able to tell from the title this is a horror rewrite of Alice in Wonderland. A short but awesome read! A chilled wind swept across the
trees making them shiver, their leaves shaking with unseen terror. The moon
hung in the sky, glowing red like a drop of blood on a black marble floor.
Thick clouds dotted the sky refusing to move as the wind pushed at them roughly.
Under the red moon rested a huge tree that stood alone from the others. Its twisted branches reached forlornly for
the sky hooked into barbed fingers. Roots gnarled and rotted clawed into the
ground desperately, forking the dirt mercilessly out of their way. A deep black
hole, blacker than the heart of any thief, loomed at the base of the tree
exposing a gaping wide wound of an “O” in the base of the trunk. A rumble emitted from the tree and
the branches shuddered, creaking with protest as the tree started to move.
Twigs snapped and screamed as they died before a small girl tumbled head over
heels and onto the ground with a loud thump. Crows, startled by the movement
flung themselves into the air and beat it with their wings shrouding the moon
with their black bodies. The little girl stirred and looked
up, wiping tears and accumulated grime from her face. Her eyes flicked from
tree to tree as something shrieked in the depths of the forest. She turned and
squealed as a pair of red eyes darted through the trees towards her before
disappearing. She threw her hands over her face to protect herself after the
spectre had gone. The girl pulled herself to her feet and brushed off her pale
blue dress, now streaked with mud and grime. Her fine strands of yellow hair
were now matted and caked with dirt and her blue eyes welled with tears. A branch snapped behind her and she
turned on her heel to see that the tree she had tumbled out of was still
moving. Thousands of years of wood creaked and snapped as the branches of the
tree shifted back to reveal a clear area of bark. Cracks extended over the
surface of the wood before a large split snapped through the trunk of the tree.
The black maw opened and expanded, lining itself with razor sharp studs of
wood. The wound in the tree snapped open and closed before it lunged forwards
branches extended to snap her up. The girl screamed and leapt out of
the way as the huge looming mouth closed with a mighty slam. The tree moved
again but the little girl didn’t wait for it to attack her a second time and
raced into the clutching darkness of the looming trees. Branches latched onto
her and refused to let go but she tore free ripping large gashes in the fabric
of her dress. The trees lurched around her, shrieking like banshees and the
girl could barely see. She was crying so hard in panic her vision blurred in
front of her, barring her way with the blackened trees. The world melded around
her harshly before she stumbled into a clearing. “Hello there,” said a voice as
chilling and soft as a whisper. The girl turned to see a large table
and sitting at the end of it was a man. The table was lined with rotten and
decrepit food, lined with mold and reeking of decay. The food was housed on
splintered tableware accompanied by cups filled with slops of chunky green
bile. The smell of the rotting food hit the little girl full on in the face,
threatening to knock her off of her feet and forcing her to press her hand to
her face. The man sat at the other end of the
table. His neck hung dangerously off to one side and his head was dotted with
matted tufts of red hair. His face was painted as white as death and his lips
were rimmed with red. Whether it was makeup of something else the little girl
didn’t know. On top of his head was an oversized top hat, fixed to his scalp
with large needles threaded through his skin. When she didn’t approach him he
rose slowly out of his chair with jerky and inhuman movements, almost as if he
were a puppet. He flashed her a lopsided grin dominated by yellowed spikey
teeth. He pulled the hat off of his head with the sickening sound of ripping
flesh before he dropped from the waist in a jerky bow. He put the hat back on
his head stemming the blood blossoming from his skull and winding down the
white makeup on his face. “What would your name be little
girl?” He asked leaning in close to her and taking in a deep hiccupped breath. “Alice,” she whimpered shying away
from him like a scolded puppy. “Well Alice, I am glad you are here.
You are just in time.” “In time for what?” Alice’s voice
rose and fell, lilting with her fear. “Well, tea of course. I am the Mad
Hatter, a little more mad than hat as you can see. But no matter, would you
like something to eat?” He asked motioning to the table and making Alice gag. Something in the bushes rustled
before a large rabbit tumbled out into the clearing. The hatter turned, more of
a twist but a turn nonetheless, to eye the intruder. The rabbit hopped once and sniffed the ground
warily before it scratched its ear. The Mad Hatter started to twitch with rage
as the rabbit took a tentative hop towards the table. There was nothing
remarkable about the animal, but it seemed to be enraging the hatter. “How dare you enter here?!” The
Hatter bellowed. With one lightning fast movement he pulled a large needle from
atop his head and flung it at the rabbit. The poor animal could do nothing but
squeal as the needle plunged through its chest and into the ground pinning it
in place. The Hatter leapt on top of it pulling it off of the ground and
pulling pieces of bloodied white fur off in his teeth. It screamed like a child
and thrashed about in his hands as he ripped it to pieces, smearing his face
and hands with blood and gore. The next thing she knew Alice had
plunged back into the forest darting this way and that as the trees loomed in
front of her. They reached for her and one of them caught her ankle pulling
sideways with a savage twist and yanking her to the ground. Screaming and
sobbing with fear she rolled onto her back and clawed at the root holding her
there before a low rumble ripped harshly though the forest around her. The little girl continued to sob and
struggle as a shadow flitted around the clearing, circling her like she were
its prey. A pair of watery yellow eyes materialized out of the darkness in
front of her. The eyes caught her gaze and held it as the rest of the body
formed around them. First came the teeth, the huge bloodstained fanged teeth,
arranged into a demonic smile. A snub nose appeared morphing into an elongated
snout dripping gore. A thick muscled neck followed by a broad chest misted out
of the darkness. A body and four thick legs were the next to appear capped with
hooked black claws raking into the dirt beneath them. The last thing to appear
was a barbed tail flicking back and forth with annoyance. The thing was covered
with patches of deep green and purple fur dotted with mats and blood. The
patches of skin that were left uncovered were scabbed and rotted flesh,
dripping with black festering skin. The thing snarled again, but didn’t
move. “Allllicccceeeeee.” It hissed, its
yellow eyes never moving from hers. “What do you want from me?!” Alice
screamed at it backing as far away as she could. The roots that was wrapped
painfully around her small ankle held her viciously in place. “I want to go
home!” “Thisssssss placceeeeee, “The thing said never moving a
single muscle “Isss the placcceeeeee of your worssssttt nightmaressssss.” “I want to go home,” Alice sobbed
hugging her knees. “I want to go home.” “Impossssible. Onceeee you arrrive,
you never returrrrrn to whencccce you cammmme.” The thing whispered. “What are you?” Alice asked wiping
her eyes. “Chessssshhhhire.” It rasped. “Are you going to kill me?” The watery eyes flicked the tiniest
fraction as a glob of drool hung from the bottom of its jaw.
“Yessssssssssssss.” Then as fast as lightning it leapt for her throat. The hatter tipped up his head with a
sharp snap as he heard the slightest of noises, carried to him by the harsh
wind. A smile crept across his crimson soaked face and his fingers twitched and
released, letting the mound of twisted flesh and fur fall from between them.
Making his way slowly over to the table he grabbed one of the teacups and held
it up in the air in front of him, toasting the forest to its success. Then he
tipped the contents up into his mouth, before settling down into his chair and
smashing the teacup against the table. The loud crack of breaking china filled
his ears and he leaned back in the chair, fixing his hat absently as he waited.
A harsh giggle escaped his lips and when he failed to stifle it, it grew into a
great bellowing laugh. The hatter raised his hands into the
air, snatching at the moon as if he were about to pluck it from the sky. When
the laugh drowned in his throat he lowered his hands and rested them on the
table, tapping absently on the warped metal of a spoon as he waited. He watched
as the trees snickered impatiently, waiting for their next victim. Their
branches flicked in the air, tasting it for the meal to come and the hatter
grinned, letting the smile twist his blood soaked cheeks. Soon, another would come to be
delivered to them to be consumed by the forest. Soon, another girl would be
wandering through the trees before becoming lost to the horrors of the eternal
night. Soon, it would be his turn to
consume them. The hatter slid one of the long
white needles out of his hat before twirling it slowly in his fingers. He
started to hum a fractured tune, whispering it to the wind to carry it away.
The wind grabbed the blunted notes and spun them into the air, well over the
twisted trees and back to the large knotted beast in the middle of the forest.
The tree was motionless for a second, before it started to twist, screaming
with the fury of thousands of wretched years. The search for a new Alice had
begun, and it was only a matter of time before she would tumble out and into
the dark. The Hatter grinned. Someone was finally coming for tea. © 2014 DarkimmortalAuthor's Note
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DarkimmortalCanadaAboutHello everyone! My name is Darkimmortal, as you may already know. I have been writing for a long time now and I especially like to write scary stories that are full of gore, so if you are faint heart.. more..Writing
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