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William Lionheart
Posts : 2399 Join date : 2015-09-23 Age : 32 Location : Antwerp
Character sheet Name: William Lionheart Faction: Level: 56
| | | | William Lionheart
Posts : 2399 Join date : 2015-09-23 Age : 32 Location : Antwerp
Character sheet Name: William Lionheart Faction: Level: 56
| Subject: Re: Tales from the Crypt Fan Fiction Contest Fri Oct 19, 2018 6:36 am | |
| In 1948 the ship SS Pearl sailed off to pick up a special shipment. Arriving near Indonesia the ship picked up a distress call from a Dutch freighter, the SS Ourang Medan. The chilling message was “All officers, including the captain are lying dead in chartroom and bridge. Possibly whole crew dead.” The message was followed by an indescribable Morse code and one final message “I die..” Captain Eugene Krabbe decided to have the SS Pearl head to the freighter to investigate and if needed give assistance to the ship in distress. A few hours later they arrived at the freighter and the captain chose a handful of his crew to be the boarding party. What they saw on board was the most frightening sight any of them had behold. All of the crew and officers where dead, their eyes open, faces looking towards the sun, arms outstretched as if they were trying to fight something off and a look of absolute terror on their faces. Even the ships dog was dead, found snarling at an unseen enemy. As they were nearing the bodies in the boiler room, the boarding crew felt a terrible chill, even though the temperature was near 110 F.
The captain joined the boarding crew and decided they tow the ship to the nearest port, but before they could get underway, smoke came rolling from under the hull. Sheldon Lankton the Pearl’s chief mechanic ordered everyone off the ship. Barely had the boarding crew left the freighter and cut towlines or the Ourang Medan exploded. The freighter went up in flames and sunk to the ocean with the mysterious dead crew. The Pearl managed to get some distance from the freighter but the explosion send it off course. Due to the explosion the pearl’s engines were damaged and to make things worse for the captain a heavy fog came rolling in making navigating extremely hard.
Captain Eugene broadcasted the faith of the SS Ourang Medan to any nearby ships, but no response came in return. Sheldon told him it would take a day to get the engines all properly fixed. They were close to Indonesia or so they thought, thus they hoped for the best. At night the first mate Quill Warde would play his instrument, to the dismay of his fellow crewmen, the noise was loud and foul. So when it was replaced with a scream it didn’t get noticed. As night passed on the chef Bob Sharpe had a habit of checking in on the first mate, even though Quill highly disliked the man.
As Bob didn’t find the first mate in his cabin he went to look near the stern where he knew Quill would occupy himself playing his instrument. Only he didn’t find the first mate, just the instrument lying on the floor. Convinced something happened to Quill, Bob picked up the instrument and reported it to the captain. The captain brushed it off, saying that Quill probably lost it and was hiding somewhere else. Bob headed back to the first mate’s quarters, where Quill still didn’t seem to be so bob returned with the instrument back to his own quarter.
It was not until Rick Starr the deckhand went to check upon his closest friend for forgetting breakfast that he found Bob dead in his cabin holding onto the instrument. It was then apparent to the captain something was seriously wrong, as Quill still wasn’t seen anywhere and now Bob was found dead. Doctor Sanders checked upon the body and saw the horror struck on Bob’s face. He briefed the captain upon his discovery and Captain Eugene was reminded off what they found on the freighter. He instantly went to the radio room where he attempted to send a distress call, yet only static was heard over the radio. He called for Sheldon to look at the radio but only heard a loud scream coming from the boiler room. He sends Rick to get the doctor and rushed himself to the boiler room. A terrible chill was felt as he got closer and inside among the rest of his team, Sheldon laid dead with the same expression. On his way back to the bridge, he nearly collided with doctor Sanders. The doctor explained that he heard another terrible scream and that he didn’t encounter Rick anywhere. In a matter of hours nearly all of his crew was dead and a couple were missing.
Whatever was killing his crew was most likely still around, so the captain decided that he and the doctor needed to leave the ship, as it was likely their only chance of survival. Both of them headed to the back of the ship where the life boats are. Half way through thick black smoke came crawling from the hull. Captain Eugene started to run faster, when he heard a scream coming from right behind him. Looking over his shoulder he couldn’t see the doctor anymore, so he kept on running.
Making it to the life boat the captain climbed in and dropped it to sea. It was then he saw the lifeless body of his first mate Quill. He decided to push the body from the boat, scared to be near it. As he floated from his ship, the SS Pearl he looked back towards it seeing it exploded and be engulfed by the waves. Though not taking any risks he started row, to get away from the wreckage. After a while he finally thought he was safe, though saddened by the loss of his ship and his crew. It was then that he noticed a shadow moving in the thick fog, drawing closer to him.
Finally, the monster emerged from the fog, though it appeared to be enormous in size, it was able to kill the SS Pearl’s crew members even in its confined spaces. The monster stretched out his arm reaching out to Captain Eugene, he had never seen such a horrible creature before. The only thing he managed to do was let out a loud scream, as fending off the monster was impossible and there was nobody who’d be able to see save him. Months later at the beach at Sri Lanka the life boat washes on the shore, empty and abandoned. Nobody knows what happened to its owner, the SS Pearl or the ship it encountered The SS Ourang Medan. It was merely brushed of my most of the authorities both ships got lost when accidently sailing into a Nazi mine field.
(Disclaimer: Half of the story is based on a real mystery surrounding the ghost ship The SS Ourang Medan, all names are fictiional and any similarities are coincidental) |
| | | Heisenberg
Posts : 1457 Join date : 2016-12-16
Character sheet Name: Faction: Level:
| Subject: Re: Tales from the Crypt Fan Fiction Contest Sun Oct 21, 2018 9:31 pm | |
| Living through Death, a short story about life as a ghost.
They say only the good die young. Is that why I'm still living? I was never perfect, but I feel as if I shouldn't have survived, I should've died when that car hit mine. Now my life is just pain and regret, I'm just a ghost, but instead of me doing the haunting, I'm the one being haunted, or maybe it's just me haunting myself and the pain is just fear. Look into my eyes and you'll find there's no soul, no spirit, because my soul has already died, flew into the afterlife and I'm just the shell you can see. A cursed poltergeist walking on earth, a spirit without a spirit, a shell of a wicked man. Everyday, I pray for the dead. I'll probably die in my own pain, shaking in agony.
The deafening screams of the people watching the impact, she was crushed in thr impact, and so was I, crushed. Paramedics rushed to my aid, but they couldn't fix me, I was as damaged as the cars were. Everyday I pray for her. I'll probably die in my own pain, shaking in agony.
I was always brought up to care about others, and while I never followed that mantra completely, I never tried to hurt others. I killed them, the driver in the other car and my beautiful fiance in the passenger seat. I could've decided not to drive, I could've not drank that night. In another reality I surely saved them, and myself from fate, my destruction, my death. Everyday I pray for myself. I'll probably die in my own sorrow, nobody will remember me.
Not only did two cars collide, my life and my death collided too, and while life achieved victory in that I'm still living, death scored points in that there's no point to. I tried to swerve but it all meant nothing, in another world I could've prevented the collision with sharper instinct, yet the only parts of the scene that were sharp was the glass shards that scattered when the contact was made. Everyday I pray for the families. I'll probably die in my own sorrow, nobody will remember me.
Every night in my sleep, I see the event playing out again before my very eyes, like a theatre show, where I'm the talentless playright with no control. I have no power over the outcome, no cards left to play, my life fading away before my very eyes and then I wake up and it's all over, but the same scene repeats itself in my mind again and again. It's like my very existence was dependent on this moment, it was just a cruel twist of fate that I survived while she didn't, and the driver of the other vehicle didn't too. What if there were children in the other car? How would I pull myself together? I'm like a jigsaw missing half it's pieces, an incomplete picture. Everyday I pray for the other driver. I'll probably die in regret, drowning in the past.
How will I go on? I've got nothing to live for. I exist with no purpose, I was meant to have died with my pride. I walk the Earth, but I'm not a man, I'm a ghost left to ponder if the past could have turned out different, if I could have been the saviour instead of the survivor and the dead wouldn't be martyrs dying for me to regret my alcoholism. Drinking was something I would do to drown away my sorrow, not to add to it. Maybe when combined with driving, that's what did it? Sometimes the tears coming out of my eyes hate me too, and drop to the floor trying to escape from me. I would never blame them, they could've been harmed too and now they're working overtime for their boss, regret, to fall out my eyes and runaway, not to be harmed by any more of my foolish mistakes. Everyday I pray, to help me move forward. I'll probably die in regret, drowning in the past.
They say that ghosts exist wandering Earth after death yet I never died, but I'm still one of them, being stuck in a cycle of wandering trying to find a purpose on Earth. I should've died, not anyone else. My eternal damnation is now upon me to live in fear and shock, haunting myself for the rest of my life. Am I still living? Is this all a dream? Maybe this is just purgatory and I'm waiting for a judgement, to find out whether I'm just a sinful revenant or dead entirely, living out my own personal hell in my mind. Everyday I pray for death. I'll probably die in fear, forever running from the impact of my own actions.
Maybe I could've saved them. I cannot turn back time to those last moments, the flashing lights, empty roads and concrete roads but I could've done something before. Why do I have to suffer? Pain in my heart grows greater every day. I'll probably die in fear, forever running from the impact of my own actions.
The question is, when did I really die? |
| | | Wertologist
Posts : 1250 Join date : 2015-09-10 Age : 30
| Subject: Re: Tales from the Crypt Fan Fiction Contest Tue Oct 30, 2018 5:33 pm | |
| This isn't exactly a short story, but I figure I'd throw it in anyways. I'm working on my own book and this is the prologue I wrote. It's short, but not meant to be "over" at the "end". I haven't really gone through and cleaned it up yet so it may be a bit rough around the edges. - Spoiler:
Prologue: 7 weeks after the outbreak
Gun fire and screams blared in the distance as I crept through the street, weaving between abandoned cars. They seemed to be already looted and I wasn't going to risk drawing attention. I was in the outskirts of the city. Real quiet-like, but I still did not want to take any chances. Even out here it was dangerous. I didn't normally like getting out, but I was running low on supplies and I needed to restock. Home was pretty far from here and that's how I liked to keep it. Less chance of being followed back and most buildings in my area were left unscavanged. This was for two reasons. One being in case of emergencies, I could scavenge them and the second one being for cover. If someone wandered into my neighborhood and saw a bunch of looted houses and shops, they might go looking for nearby survivors. This is something I took note of with the more violent scavvers. Not all survivors are just trying to get by. Some are seemingly enjoying this hellish new world we're in. They aren't afraid to hurt or kill other survivors to get what they want. Now, I'm no saint. I've done some bad things in my life, but I'm not keen on mercilessly killing other scavvers. I may steal from a few at times, but I never killed any unless they presented a threat.
What I'm doing now used to be considered theft, but considering that all law and order has essentially disappeared there was nobody left to enforce it. Plus, this wasn't petty theft for thrills. I needed food and water to survive. As I crept along the streets trying to stay hidden and alert to any noise or signs of life, I spotted an SUV down the street. What stood out was that unlike all the other cars on this street, this one had no shattered windows or doors left ajar. It seemed to be fortified a bit. Metal shielding welded to the doors and windows. I pulled out my binoculars to get a better look. Inside the creases in the weldings in the windows, I could see boxes and bins of what I could only assume was food and water.
Had I seen this weeks ago, I would have just walked right up to it and taken what I could. Now I know better and I got that knowledge from experience. I had fallen for the very same thing a week or so into the outbreak. I saw a shopping cat full of food in the grocery store parking lot and ran right up to it. What I didn't see was the woman lying underneath the car right next to it with a pocket knife. Fortunately for me, she was rather new to her newfound profession and only gave my leg a good deep cut. Thankfully I was wearing a baggy pair of jeans so she missed her stab. It still hurt like hell though.
This SUV was just like that shopping cart. Seemingly packed full of supplies and right out in the open. Far too good to be true, but I needed food and it was getting dark. I gripped my leg which was mostly healed and peeked underneatht he car I was behind. I needed to find whoever laid this trap and deal with them before I took a look inside. I carefully poked my head above the car and looked around to see if there was any trace of movement. I saw nothing, but there was no way I'd risk just going up to it. It was way too dangerous, but at this point my stomach was starting to growl and I was still seeing nothing. I had been just sitting here in the open for about twenty minutes. I needed to decide what I was going to do, but as I was debating it in my head, I caught movement in the coner of my eye. I slunk down real low and peered over the car with my binoculars.
I saw a man slinking over to the SUV. He seemed a bit off, almost as if he was high. I was about to find out what this trap was. When he got to the SUV, he just opened the driver side door and peeked in. He then pulled himself out and waved back in the direction he came from. Three other men, quietly rushed to the SUV. They started to pile in and I heard the engine turn on. Shortly after, some woman ran outside of the nearby house yelling at them to get out, but she was quickly silenced with a few gunshots and she ran back inside.
I grunted in anger because I sat there for twenty minutes trying to figure out what the trap was and these tweakers just ran up and took it. There was no trap. My over-cautiousness costed me my dinner. They turned the car around in my direction and started to drive. There was no way in Hell I was going to let this group of tweakers get away with my shit. While still staying crouched and hidden, I went to the side of the car I was hiding behind. As the SUV approached, I readied myself. I grunted and lunged at the side of it as it coasted by. The tweaker in the back seemed surprised by the loud thud on his door and probably also surprised by the man glaring at him through the window. He tried to pull his gun out and fire, but accidentally fired the gun at the tweaker in the passenger seat. I pulled out my USP and popped a round through the window slit into his eye. The driver started panicking and swerving as he screamed incoherently. I held onto the top of the SUV as I opened the door. I reached in and pulled the dead tweaker out and hid behind the door as the driver blindly fired shots through the window he had just punched out. Looking at the other backseat passenger I was about to fire at him, but I paused for a second because he didn't even seem to realize I was there. He seemed so stoned out of his mind that he probabl couldn't tell just what the Hell he was doing. I quickly pulled out my Kukri knife and drove it through the head rest of the driver seat and peirced the tweaker's neck. As he swerved uncontrollably, I dove out of the car and rolled out onto the pavement. Thankfully, he wasn't going too fast or that would have really fucking hurt. It turned out I had jumped out just at the right moment because a few seconds later and I would have been in that crash. I got up and walked over to the car. It rear ended a bus. Not much damage to the SUV itself and it looked like it'd still drive. I opened the driver side door and dragged out the tweaker corpse. The passenger-side tweaker's head was smashed against the window and blood trickled down the bullet wound in his shoulder. He didn't sruvive. I heard some upbeat humming and looked in the back. That damn tweaker was still stoned and seemed to be having a good time. He was really out of it. I walked around the car, opened his door, then pulled him out. He fell to the street and didn't even seem to notice the change in his surroundings as he hummed an offbeat tune. Down the street ahead of me I could hear howls.
"That's not good" I said and I checked my watch. 6:23. I stayed out too long. I should have gone home sooner.
I ran to the driver seat of the car, jumped in and tried to start the car. Thankfully, it started up. The bad news was that I was a little too late. A loud thud his the hood of the car. All I saw was bare feet that were starting to grow into some hairy mishapen monstrosity. I drew my USP and fired at the creature. It growled in pain as the bullets ripped through its human flesh while it transformed. The gun clicked empty as I ejected the magazine. I reached into my pocket and fed a fresh mag into the gun. It was my last one so I had to make it count. As I reloaded, the beast was now mostly transformed. It crouched down to look me in the eye through the window. Its brown human eyes shifted to an animal-like yellow as its nose and mouth formed into a snout. It bared its teeth at me and howled.
"Fucking werewolves" I said as I put the car into reverse and drove backwards.
The werewolf dug one of its claws into the hood to brace itself as it used the other to try to rip the steel mesh that was welded over the windshield. Raising my gun, I fired two rounds into the shoulder of the arm it was using to hold onto the hood. It growled in anger and slashed more furiously at the steal mesh. I quickly slammed the breaks as I shot a few more rounds at its shoulder. One shot missed, but the rest hit their mark. It loosed its grip and then I reveresed again. It fell off and scrambled to get back up. I saw one claw rise above the hood, followed by its head. Half of its body was above the hood and then I set the car into drive and floored it. The werewolf wimpered in fear as it started getting pulled underneath the SUV. It depserately held on for its life as I could hear its foot getting caught under the left tire. The creature looked me dead in the eyes and I could see its fear. Looking ahead, I saw the same bus the tweakers drove into. I sped up and slammed the front of the car into the same spot, crushing the wereolf and also slamming me into the airbag before blacking out.
I came to a few moments later and struggled to get out of the car. I was pinned by the air bag so I had to cut it with my knife. Why it didn't deploy with the tweakers is beyond me. I got out and looked at the front of the SUV. The windshield had been knocked out and there was a large metal shard aimed directly in front of the window. If the airbag hadn't deployed, I would have been launched out and impaled. The werewolf shuffled a bit and i raised my knife. It was alive, but barely so. I thought about killing it with my gun, but I was low on ammo and it would have been wasteful. I took my kukri and started edging my way to it. It was weak, but it tried to lash out at me before dropping its arm. I wasn't about to take any risk so I stepped down on the arm and hacked the hand off with my knife. It let out a long and loud howl. This wasn't good. I already made too much noise here and didn't want more attention. Lifting my blade, I quickly drove it through the beast's neck. It gurgled as it drown in its own blood. I wiped the blade on its fur and put it back in my sheath.
Getting back into the car, I heard runbling. I looked out the window and saw the street was beginning to crumble. I was in no condition to fight anymore and I was low on ammo so I needed to get out of there. Putting the SUV in reverse, I back out of there, turned around, and drove back in the direction of where I found the SUV. As I approached that house, I saw that girl on the front steps staring at me as I approached. I made eye contact and smiled as I drove off. I got to the other end of the street when I stopped hearing the angry yelling.
It was too late to try to get home now so I needed to get out of the city. I couldn't risk being followed home. As I weaved through the cars in my "new" SUV, I checked the glovebox for any CDs. The only CD I found was of Looney Tunes so I slid it in the player. Pulling out of the city, the stereo played "Hello! Mah Baby" as I coasted into the distance, looking into the sky as the dark vortexes poured all kinds of monstrous nightmares into our world.
Just another day in our new Hellish world.
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| | | William Lionheart
Posts : 2399 Join date : 2015-09-23 Age : 32 Location : Antwerp
Character sheet Name: William Lionheart Faction: Level: 56
| Subject: Re: Tales from the Crypt Fan Fiction Contest Tue Nov 20, 2018 12:39 pm | |
| Hello again ladies and gentlemen, it has been awhile since the contest has ended and the judges have deliberated a long time.Finally the votes are in and the results are finally here.First place goes to @Wertologist Second place goes to @Commander Wolffe Lastly but not least the third place goes to @Blonde All 3 contestants will be rewarded for their effort to make great stories. |
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