Orlok Short Stories

extended arms. As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the

"The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs."

He clenched his outstretched hand around the severed lips, recalling the lurid scene from which they had come. The blood that likely still slunk from step to step ... the pearly white, up-rolled eyeballs....

His alcohol breath washed over her face. The girl struggled in the rough ropes that bound her arms, each second becoming more desperate. A large hand cupped the hinges of her jaw and squeezed harshly. The man sneered, silver strands dropping onto his eyelashes.

“A. There was a man that came there that he had trouble with. I don't know who the man was.

Atet’s body rested a few yards away from me growing colder, she hadn’t lasted long once the guards had sealed the door. I almost smiled when I heard her take that final gasp for air, her worn soul finally at rest. Being a slave, she likely hadn’t eaten well in days, but I suppose that only shortened her anguish. My eyes finally began to adjust to the harshly darkened room and I could make out her crumpled figure sprawled along the ground, I realised that it would only be a matter of hours before I would join her. My own violent coughing interrupted my thoughts; with my head pounding I notice something wet splattered on my hands. With the pain in the back of my skull came the numb realisation that I will join Atet, sooner than I had imagined. I ran my hands along the wall I leant

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

“Away, I’ve always obeyed so I would never find out.” She snickered and looked towards me, her eyes piercing my very being. “You look like you’d make a fine specimen, shall I take a closer look at

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

“I’m afraid she’s still away, I have yet to hear from her or her bodyguards.” Kragen responded.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

The figure stops and calls for him to follow. Freddie does not budge, instead, he calls to her. “No Pierre has betrayed you!” He convincingly

Snowman watched in horror as the blood sputtered out of the little creature’s neck and onto Snowman’s flowered sheet. He jumped up in horror, backing away from her slowly. There were all sorts of memories resurfacing, clouding his brain, making him stumble as he watched Addie’s mouth spread into a wide Cheshire smile.

Grendel took the audacity to “bite his head off, crunching through the helmet and skill with his teeth. Cautiously, he held the jerking, blood-slippery body with his two hands.

Numbed with physical pain, she yet had sufficient mental vitality in her to realize the full horror of this terrible ‘either-or’ he was once more putting before her; ‘either-or’ ten thousand times more appalling and horrible that the one he had suggested to her that fatal night at the ball,” (Orczy, 281).