The Beast Of Livington: A Short Story

Brutal terror engulfs me nightly as I struggle to sleep. As I close my eyes I see butcher knives flashing around me and I open my eyes in terror hoping I’m not living this nightmare again. My life has become terror and pain which I cannot escape from, a daily torture that will not subside. I cling to the hope that one day this condition will end and I will have a happy, normal life. I cling to this hope through decades of suffering and carrying a heavy cross; the weight of which I no longer feel for I am so used to carrying it. In extreme fear and pain, I will do anything for relief; anything that will ease the terror and numb the pain. My life spirals down into an involvement in illegal activities for with the money gained safety can

Moreover, this rotten act of cruelty has affected me by making me afraid to be near this human being. That chilly, summer night would probably be the most terrifying night of my entire existence. Feeling the neckline of my shirt dig into my skin is a memory that won’t ever be forgotten. Gasping for breath as tears trickled down my face, I forced myself to watch my family retreat up the narrow staircase. I was highly concerned with the path that this event would travel along. Every time I catch a glimpse or be near this person, I always find ways to avoid him. I always try to be preoccupied with others or force myself into another room away from this being. If it was absolutely unavoidable then I would listen

At 9:30 PM on October 18, 2017 I was dispatched to 666 Killers Drive regarding a man who was heard screaming inside his home. I arrived at the house at 9:45 PM, and knocked on the door. The man answered the door and greeted me. We entered the house and we told him the reason we had come to investigate, which was because a neighbor had heard a shrieks coming from inside of the home. We then began to talk to the man and he told us that there were shrieks were because he was having a bad dream. As time went on the attitude and mood of the man began to change. He went from having a smile to what seemed like he was very anxious with his heart beating out of his chest and almost on the verge of sweating. I become a little suspicious of why the man

I hear a clap of thunder and slam my book shut. My Mom jumps, I tell her to stay here. I go to the kitchen, she’s screaming at me, I don’t care. I walk out the front door and I feel the first drop of rain hit my head. I pause and look up toward the sky: the sky doesn’t care about what I am or what I do. I run to his house and twist the worn knob of his door, I’m not stopped. I open the door to find him in the kitchen, a look of surprise on his face he goes to yell but is stopped by the cold stainless steel piercing his abdomen. I take in the stale stench of his room and the vision of his helpless large body hit the cold concreted floor. I walk to the door, lock it and close it. I hit an icy wall or rain and let the pure water trickle down me. I hear the cries of my mother but I cannot help but smile. One less set of unrelenting predators eyes to stare into, one less rumbling mouth for our eardrums to beat

It was a routine Wednesday morning while I was walking to my bus stop when I heard someone shout in my general direction. I slowly glanced around, looking for the source through the dimly lit street in the dark, only to spot a hooded figure to my left leaning on a car. I quickly averted my eyes, my hand tightening around my messenger bag and picked up my pace. Not long after I heard heavy footsteps falling behind me, another shadow joining mine on the cracked sidewalks and another shout,

As she clenched her little hands around my neck, her nails dug deep into my skin tearing apart as she lost the fight to hold on. I will never forget the range of tormenting screams I heard emanating from her as she was whisked away by a man who has been a stranger, intentionally and willfully, throughout her life. Experiencing this horrific event in my life prompted new concerns and a plan of

Terrified I jumped behind a tree hoping it wouldn't notice. It didn't even glance my way as it raced ahead, it appeared to be chasing a black and white rabbit that was ahead of me. As it passed by me I let out a sigh of relief "he didn't see me." I think to myself with a hint of gratitude in my voice. I look down and see a beaten up brown leather wallet under my foot. "what's that doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I ask myself. Just as I bent down to pick up the wallet my pocket lets out a shriek. "What the hell was that?!" I ask myself as my pocket lets out another ear splitting shriek. I reach into my pocket only to reveal my phone shrieking in unison with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and it shows an unknown caller, I answer it hoping it's someone who can help me figure out where I am. "Hello?" I say hopeful, "Hello" says the voice on the other end of the phone, his voice is slightly unnerving but I decide to shake it off, until I heard his next words "I heard you found my wallet, return it to me and I will explain to you what happened to you last night." "You were there?" I asked scared but with excitement in my voice nonetheless. "Yes I was, but you would not remember me for I was unimportant to the night's events Sam Knight." "How do you know my name?" I ask suddenly wary of our words. "Like I said before I was there just unimportant and unnoticed, bring me my wallet to the mountain straight ahead I will give you two days time to get here and return it or a great misfortune will befall you." His voice was deep and dark when he said these last words "and remember Sam Knight don’t open the wallet do you understand?" "Yes" I said very timid, just then my phone died and I was alone in the dark once more only this time I had to find the owner of this

"Shut up, shut up! Your screaming is bringing more of them! Shut up!" I urge, panic filling my voice. I stand between my screaming neighbor and the... The thing... That tried to eat her. My neighbor sits in a pool of her own blood, a large bite, or maybe several, taken out of her upper arm. I hear more groaning in the hallway, and I know they're coming.

I was walking as fast as I could and when I reached in front of a bookstore, I suddenly felt a pain. Then I knew I was being stabbed by a man. I screamed. Then I saw a beam of light in the 10‐story apartment house at 82‐67 Austin Street, which faces the bookstore. Windows slid open and voices punctured the early‐morning stillness. I was still screaming for help. One man shouted to let me be alone. I got a hope that I am saved. Then the assailant went.

No answer. I called for my wife again. No answer. I heard the pitter patter of claws on the ground. It was the beast. How could this be I asked myself. I went to the wall and broke it. Their lied my wife. At least what was left of her. I dropped to my knees. My bosom felt heavy. Tears run down my face. I could not live with myself. I was to turn myself in. I could not bear what I have done. On my was out I spotted the cat. I kicked it as hard as I can. And screamed you did this to me. I went to the police station and told them everything. The put me in the jail cell. Their faces when I told them. I was

A shrill screech of sheer terror invades my ears and I have to blink my eyes several times to process where the noise was coming from. I look outside my window and can see two figures in the woods beside my house, one is lying on the floor and the other is leaning over the one o`n the floor holding a knife and stabs it maliciously into the other one. I scramble for my phone and dial the police while frantically locking all the windows and doors in the house.

I sleep horribly. It’s outrageous to think that someone would be stalking me, but the preposterous idea continues to circle around my mind. Any time I’m able to fall asleep, nothing but vivid visions of the story fill my dreams. I wake up sweating and panicked. As I rise to get a cup of water, I notice a figure in my window. I blink, incredulous to what I am seeing. The tall, dark figure shifts to run away. I scream as loud as possible and race to my car. I get in as I see the figure approaching. Quickly, I start the car and drive as far away from the apartment as humanly possible. I scream and cry the entire way to my destination—my best friend, Maya’s house.

I had woken up a few minutes later and searched for someone to talk to. There was no one. Running around at this point, I found an elevator that took me to the sub-basement. There I heard someone yell something like, Hey look out. I turned around, but nothing. A few minutes I walked by a room where there was a dead man on the floor, someone in a partially opened elevator, and a bloody prisoner looking guy. “Camera man!” The bloody prisoner growled as he began walking my way. I turned and ran down the hall. As I did I heard this loud screech coming from the room where the man had killed that scientist. I would have worried about it, but a crazy murderer was probably chasing me. I looked for somewhere to hide, but I didn't find anything besides a locker. It’ll work! I climbed into the locker and closed the door behind me.

The day was beautiful, I knew the sun shined only because it didn’t know what I was about to do. I dressed in my best, one could even say I was “dressed to kill”, but “kill” wasn’t really my style. I prefer the word “slaughter.” I walked down the cluttered street beaming a smile at anyone I could make eye contact with. Adrenaline pumped through me making my fingers twitch and shake. I hid their fear by swinging them by my side and smiling wider. Something sinister jingled around in my mind and the more I walked the more violently it smashed against the walls of my mind. With every pound it rang. It rang and rang until I couldn’t hear anything.

About noon on Friday, I was just reading a book, when I got a bad feeling. I knew that a murder was about to happen, and I had to act fast. It seems like I would be used to this by now, but I’ve only done this 20 times in 13 years. Every time, I have a mini panic attack. I ran to my laptop and searched for any amber alerts within the past week, any clues I could get. I found nothing. I was frantically searching for anything I could find, any police records that might give me clues. But none. So, I ran outside and listened for any strange sounds, or strangers in the neighborhood. Nope. I ran to the nearest alleyway,