Fire

Fire

A Story by steve
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A horror story.

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                            Fire     


His name was Gavin and he felt confused about something which he couldn’t put his finger on.  The lamp lights above him seem to flicker uncontrollably.  Blood covered the clothes he wore.  Everything seemed dreamlike, if that made any sense.  People of all ages walked passed him but their legs and arms didn’t move in the right sort of way.  As a kid he’d taken LSD, maybe he was having a dreaded flashback?  Not good, he thought, as he saw a bus stop only a few metres from him.  He thought nothing of it, until the oddest thing occurred.  The driver who must’ve been in his fifties got out of the side door ushering him to come forward.  Not knowing what to think he made his way over, something wasn’t right, he could feel it in his bones.  
A yard from the man he said a little embarrassed, “I think I’m having a flashback to some drug I took many moons ago.  Can you help me?”
The person looked him up and down, before replying calmly, “Yes, I know you.  You live a couple of streets from me.  I’ll take you home, Gavin.  Your parents will be worried I should imagine.”
Gavin felt relief as he hopped onto the vehicle.  “Thanks,” was all he said.  “How much do I owe you, sir?”
The man gave him a warm smile.  “For this time only it’s free, as I said before you live close to me, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Gavin nodded in a friendly way before making his way to the back seat.  Sitting down he saw no one else on the bus.  Covering the floor was sweet wrappers and crisp packets.  What a mess.  Bloody kids I bet.  Turning to his left he saw his image in the window.  Shock was felt, staring back was an elderly man with not a single hair on the top of his head.  This can’t be right.  He peered suspiciously at the man at the wheel who’d said that his parents would be worried, and this is why he was taking him home, because they lived close to each other.  Something didn’t make sense.  He needed answers.  Without giving it much thought he said in a rather abrupt fashion, “I’m an old man.  I should imagine my parents are long dead.  Do you know me at all, or do you just see me as a silly old person who you can wind up?”
The fifty something seemed to giggle, before answering loudly because of the noise of the engine, “I’m sorry, I could tell you was confused, but I do know where you’re heading.  If that makes any sense.”
Gavin scratched the top of his bald head.  “Well, you know more than me tonight, sir.  I must admit I feel very strange, but if you know truly where I live, then I am very grateful for the lift home.”
“All my pleasure,” was all he replied.  
The city lights had vanished and the bus made its way down the darkest road that Gavin had ever experienced.  “Where are we by the way?” he asked confused.  His brain still didn’t feel right.  What was up with him?
Even though the driver had both hands on the steering wheel he turned his head away from the road, then answered calmly, “I’m taking you home.  So don’t worry, sir.  By the way my name if you haven’t already guessed it, is Bob, short for......”  He laughed, before looking back towards the front window.  Nothing else was said.
Either side of the long vehicle not a single thing could be seen because there wasn’t a bloody lamp light anywhere to show where they were heading, which unnerved Gavin somewhat.  Still he felt queer, and that didn’t help matters.  He stayed quiet as the driver had bigger things to contend with in such a secluded area.  If he could recall where he lived then everything would be fine, but tonight he just didn’t feel normal.  Like a miracle from heaven a faint glow was observed some distance away.      “Do you see that?” Gavin asked pointing his finger.
“Yes,” the driver replied.  “It’s the children.”
It’s a bit late for kids to be out.  Where the hell was the parents?  The bus slowed down and the light now reflected on all their little faces.  They must’ve been at a fancy dress because they all wore seventies fashion.  Then he felt something which unnerved him.  Maybe because he was old he found them strangely attractive, but at the same time he was jealous of them for being the age they were.  Then an odd memory came to him in a flash.  A child no older than ten screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to escape the house.  With nowhere to hide an unseen person approached her and she fell to the carpet, her hands over her eyes.   The next thing he knew he’d fallen hard onto the floor of the bus.  What the hell?  The moment he saw the children get on peering at him like he was weird, he got up embarrassed.  How shocking.  Sitting back down he wiped the sweat from his face.  Why was it so damn hot?  “I’m sorry, children,” was all he could mutter.
“That’s okay,” one replied not looking too happy at him being there.
He turned his head back towards the window.  His old face haunted his very soul.  He didn’t feel old.  “Why is life so strange,” he said quietly.  “But stuck in this devilish life anything is possible.”
The driver laughed out loud, before saying, “Devilish you say.  What a coincidence.”
What?  Gavin was now scared.  “What do you mean with what you just said, sir?”
The man now stayed silent as he carried on driving in complete darkness.
“Just tell me what you meant, because I’m confused as it is,” Gavin shouted, not needing this s**t.
The man looked round at him far from impressed.  “Do you want me to crash with children on here.  Because if you do then you can go to hell, you b*****d.”  
Gavin was just about to apologise when another awful memory resurfaced of a boy no older than nine crying out for his mummy, while being strangled as he gasped for breath.  His shrieks were terrifying.  
What’s wrong with me, Gavin kept thinking, why am I having such awful things going through my mind at such a confusing time?  “I’m sorry,” was all he said, knowing he was making a prick of himself.
“You’re pardoned,” replied the man at the front.  “But while you’re going through your weird flashback could you do it quietly as these kids need to get home safely.”
Gavin ran a hand over his bald head, still thinking he had hair which wasn’t there any more.  “Yes.  I’ll be silent now.”
The children laughed, seeming amused by this.
Gavin felt a shudder run through him.
After a few minutes a strange sight appeared just down the road.
Gavin decided to say nothing, because he didn’t want to cause more trouble.  A little bored he peered at the youngsters which sat only a few seats in front.  They were all sweet looking like butter wouldn’t melt in their tiny mouths.  Growing tired he decided to try and make conversation with them, hopefully this would wake him up a bit.  “So, where do you children live?” he asked, looking forward to their reply.
None of them answered.  A chill ran through him.  Then out of the blue a girl with the blondest hair you’d ever seen, yelled, “Die, you obscene man.”
He tried to laugh it off, but shock was felt, being the adult he decided to say something.  “What you just said wasn’t nice.  Look at me and say you’re sorry.”  He waited and nothing happened.  “For God sake, you little brat, say you’re sorry now.”
Finally she peered in his direction with the most horrible face.  “I have nothing to say to you.  So go and die, you awful fiend.”  
He was just about to say something utterly sickened by her behaviour when blood started to spill from her nose and mouth.  Her eyes stayed open though, while she stared with terrible hate at him.  Through the blood she gurgled, “The flames will take your soul to a place where you deserve to go.”  The little girl then vanished, leaving the other children dumbfounded with what had just happened.  “Where’s she gone?” one asked.
“Maybe she was a ghost?” another answered, while giggling.
Gavin started to panic while shouting, “Get me off this awful bus and I’ll find my own way home.  Even if I have to sleep on the streets for this one night I don’t care.”  He’d had enough of this awful place.  He ran to the front trying to open the doors, with no luck.  “Let me off here, driver?” he yelled.  Then the worst thing happened, as he peered round at the person, his face had changed.  His face was grotesque with rotting teeth in his mouth, and the reddest most piercing eyes staring back.  
“I’m taking you home, boy,” the man screamed.  “Sit back down now or there’ll be trouble.”
Gavin put his hands together like he was praying, before replying desperately, “Please let me go, because I’m very scared.”  The children were still sat behind him, watching him with utter disgust.  He’d had enough of this s**t.  “What’s your problem with me?” he asked.
A boy of about nine laughed.  Within a second his face began to melt into a disgusting mess which dribbled onto the floor.  Within seconds he’d also disappeared.
“Look ahead, Gavin,” the driver said.  “What a wonderful sight.”
Staring through the front window all he could see were flames spread across the edge of the landscape..  “What’s that?” he asked, petrified beyond belief.  “Am I hallucinating or is this really happening?”
The man at the wheel seemed pleased.  “I hate to say this, Gavin.  But you’re a very nasty person indeed.  All the poor souls sitting behind you died at a very young age, because they were killed by your own vile hands.”
Gavin didn’t know what was happening.  “What are you talking about, you idiot.  I
haven’t harmed anyone in my entire life.”
The obscene creature at the wheel touched Gavin’s forehead.  Then everything flooded back like the most violent nightmare ever.  “Oh my God,” Gavin shrieked.  “Why did I do it?”
Without warning one of the children jumped onto his back biting the back of his neck.  He could feel blood seeping from the wound.  He did his best to get the kid off but nothing seemed to work.  Another one kicked him hard in the crotch area making him squeal like a pig.  He fell to the floor and the four children that were left punched and kicked him more times than he could remember.  He needed to get out of here.  Using his clenched hand he smacked one of the girls in the face, then kicked a boy of seven hard in-between the legs.  The other two backed off, leaving Gavin enough time to get up.  He peered at the monster driving the vehicle, and said in a very serious manner, “If you don’t stop the bus now I’ll kill everyone on here including you.  Do you hear what I’m saying?”
The creature slowly put his foot down on the brake, not taking his eyes off the road.  Finally the bus came to a halt.  
“Open the door you freak?” Gavin demanded, noticing the driver staring ahead with relish in his demonic eyes.  “Open the f*****g door?” he screamed at the top of his voice.
Then the creature replied with slight sarcasm in its voice, “We’re finally here.  Your new home.”
Dread was felt as Gavin turned his head towards the front of the bus.  “Oh my God,” he shouted utterly terrified.  Through the glass all he could see was fire while it ravished everything.  On the ground were many crawling bodies covered in flames as they stared up at him, while chanting, “Come and join us, Gavin.  You belong with us.”
The driver looked on with a smile on its face.  It pressed a button.  The side door opened.  “You’re free to leave, Gavin.  I hope you’ll enjoy your new home?”
He was just about to protest when the creature all of a sudden pushed him out of the door while yelling, “Child murderers, rapists, peodophiles, all live here.  So you’re in good hands.  Hope you enjoy, arsehole.”  
Gavin did his best to clamber back into the bus but without warning the door closed trapping his hand.  “Help me,” he shrieked, as red ran down his arm.  The vehicle started to move slowly dragging him along.  He peered up at the monster scared as can be.  Then a terrible thing occurred.  The door slammed shut causing Gavin to tumble awkwardly onto the hard ground.  With utter despair the bus left him, disappearing into the darkness.  He tried to get up but something wasn’t right.  His left arm wasn’t working properly, peering down he observed the worse sight ever.  His hand had been ripped off and blood ran from the stump.  “No, God.  No,” he cried out, realising the many bodies which inhabited this awful place now had hold of him while they tried to drag him into the mud.  “Get off me.  I don’t deserve to be here.”  It was too late.  Their rotting fingers all over him and gasping with utter delight, the horrendous creatures began to pull at his flesh, tearing him apart.  The pain was unbearable as he did his best to fight them off.  But it was a losing battle.  Then the children came into his mind, the ones he’d murdered.  Their cries of fright which would now haunt him for the rest of his days.  Before being torn to shreds by the demons around him, he said only one thing, hoping someone, somewhere, would be listening.  “I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.  Please forgive me.”  No one was listening
The children watched, knowing justice had finally been done, until a light came to take them away.

            The End

© 2015 steve



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This was fascinating all the way through, Steve. A real horror story. I like the way you disclosed the truth, little by little.

I think a shorter endng sentence might be more effective:

The children watched, knowing justice had finally been done, until a light came to take them away.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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steve

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Marie. Much appreciated.xxx



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This was fascinating all the way through, Steve. A real horror story. I like the way you disclosed the truth, little by little.

I think a shorter endng sentence might be more effective:

The children watched, knowing justice had finally been done, until a light came to take them away.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

steve

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Marie. Much appreciated.xxx

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