Tommy was always bullying her. “Pig” “Pig” he call her over and over again. The teachers and staff at school always ignore the twelve year old picking on his classmate, jenny. An obese girl she quickly caught Tommy’s ridicule. He made it his mission to make sure every school day was miserable for her, and she hated him for it.

Perhaps it is that hate that had led to Tommy’s transformation. Waking up one morning lying in the mud, a stink filled the air. Quickly looking around he saw that he was in a small pen filled with mud, yelling for help the young tommy found only a Squealing noise come out of his mouth. Shocked he tried to stand up, but could only make it to all fours. That is when he had a chance to see the hooves that where now his hands and feet.

Tommy cried in fear till a bang of the pen door being slammed opened. A tall man in mud stained boots and a black apron stood at the entrance. His hands covered in thick rubber gloves and were holding a rope. He chased the scared Tommy to the corner of the pen. Tommy tried to scream at the man “Help me, please help me!” but only a squealing noise would leave his mouth. The tall man in the apron tied the rope around tummy’s leg tightly and started to drag him out of the pen. His hooves could not get a grip as he struggled to run away.

Tommy was dragged to a forklift where two other men stood. The other end of the rope was tied to the fork on the lift. One of the men got into the forklift and the fork started to lift. It Pulled on Tommy’s leg hard as he was forced into the air upside down. He was in great pain; it felt like his leg would rip off his new body. “Please, stop!” he tried crying, but only the same squeals were made. It was then he saw the large butcher’s knife placed into the hands of the man with the rubber gloves. As the blade moved closer he gave one last scream. “Nooo! Am not a pig!!” But only squeals where heard as the man jabbed the knife into the neck of the pig, blood draining to the concrete floor, he hoped to have the pig ready for a roast before the end of the day.




Most elevators are sealed boxes, you feel movement but you can’t see it. Without the blinking lights or a way to tell the time can you tell how long you have traveled? LED lights and dinging noises where created to show just what floor you are on for your convenience. There are many who fear the fall of an elevator. Janice was no exception; she disliked trusting her life to a machine no matter how unlikely an accident truly was. She felt like a cat in Schonder’s experiment every time she entered the 4.5ft X 6ft box. It was the quickest way to the lobby as she left the small five story hotel however.

Clicking the L symbol for lobby, she watched the doors slowly cut her off from the rest of the world. Her heart nearly jumped into her mouth when the lights blinked. With one hand griping the metal railing that wraps around the inside of the elevator, she reached out the push the door open button but as she could feel the machine jerk and start moving down she gave up the notion of getting off. She watched the lights blink as the elevator passed each floor. A ding sounded off each of the floors down. 4…3…2… As the lights light up on the L button and the ding sounded she moved towards the door, but the elevator did not stop. She looked at the control panel again to be sure she hit the right button. Sure enough a green LED was light around the L showing the floor she wished to get off.

As Janice tried hitting the L button again, the elevator reached the B1 floor with a ding. The Led around the B1 symbol showed her where she was. B1 being the last floor she expected the elevator to stop and the doors to open, but strangely they did not. By all indication of the lights she should be at the last floor, yet she could still feel the elevator moving down. She looked at the control panel for a moment and decided to try the intercom button that was meant to be used for emergencies. Hitting the symbol with a phone on it and waiting for a moment…nothing happened. She tried once again…nothing. Panic was starting to fill the young woman, she reached for her cell phone only to be greeted with a black screen, and it refused to turn on. She then pushed the emergency button shaped like an alarm bell. Again there was no response. She tried pushing all the buttons in a panic, but the elevator still moved ever downwards with no way for Janice to tell where she was.

Time moved slowly in the little box, Janice had no way to tell how long she had been moving downwards but it felt like hours. Her throat hurt from yelling, and she was tired from jumping and waving her arms in an effort to catch the attention of a camera that most shortly is on the elevator somewhere. She tried prying the doors open, and climbing to the top but both efforts failed. She sat in the corner of the square box, defeated and afraid. What abyss was she traveling to as she felt the slow downward movement.

Janice had no idea how long she waited, but she was hungry and tired. She was unsure if she was day had come on the outside world, or if anyone was looking for her. A loud ding shocked her out of her thoughts….the elevator had stopped moving. The doors opened, and outside them was darkness unlike any she had ever seen. The lights of the elevator showed nothing outside the little box Janice had been trapped in so long. She tried throwing her shoe out but it made no sound and seemed to only be swallowed up by the darkness. Janice lifted herself to her feet and started walking…walking out the elevator. She rather face the darkness then makes the elevator her coffin.

The moment she stepped past the doors, they closed behind her. She watched as the last of the light slowly faded away leaving her in only darkness. Not all chose as Janice, others wait in the elevator till starvation and dehydration take their course but they all share the fate of being lost. Another missing person to the outside world and any attempts to find them fail. Footage of such elevators will show that the person in question never stepped foot in them.



“Staring” Alice thought to herself “Why is this woman staring at me?” It was early, and Alice commuted to work by bus. It was often busy, and many looked at their phones or the windows without giving much mind to their fellow commuters. However on this trip, the elderly woman who recently sat across from her would stare at her wordlessly. Alice gave a nervous “Hi” but was not greeted back. So she sat there, tapping her feet, looking at her phone, doing anything not to look back at the petite white haired old woman. Once her stop neared she quickly pulled the yellow string that signaled the driver to stop and got up. She barely waited for the bus to open its doors before jumping off.

Working at a restaurant was stressful enough but it always felt like the other staff where out to get her. Often stealing her tables, or gossiping behind her back. She once asked her manager about it, but only got a “Work it out between you” as a reply. After clocking in, she could hear her coworkers giggling behind her, she turned towards them and they turned and walked away. This went on through the night. Her paranoia was made worse when as the tables she waited acted strangely. All day she caught the costumers staring at her from the corners of her eyes, they would quickly look away once she made eye contact. She could feel eyes on her constantly. The anxiety was becoming too much as she retreated to the bathroom. Washing her face and taking deep breaths. The noise of footsteps turns her attention to the door; she moves into a stall and locks the door.

Her blood boiling Alice holds in a scream of anger. She can hear the muffled sounds of voice outside the restrooms. She know they had to be talking about her, she felt like she could feel there uncaring hate. Her breathing was growing heavier and her head pounded in pain. She wanted to cry, but that only give everyone more ammo to insult her. She slowly gained the courage to step out of the stall, when she noticed something, or someone ahead of her. The creature looked humanoid in shape and size, but hideous growths where on its face.  She remained still for a moment before noticing the sink under the monster, it moved with her as she touched her face. The glass of the mirror shined with the lights of the bathroom. She quickly ran to the sink and tried to wash them off her face, the dark wart like objects would not wash away. Panicking she started to dig her nails into her face cutting and ripping at them. However the objects now looked worse than before.

Alice burst out of the bathroom with one arm trying to cover her face; she felt the eyes of everyone in the restaurant as she ran for the kitchen. She could hear the yelling of a chief, but ignored it as she grabbed a knife off magnetic strip that kept it in place. She ran back to the bathroom, this time with panicked looking cooks after her. Once in front of the mirror she hurriedly started to cut her face, peeling chunks of skin off like the shavings of an apple. She felt a force tackle her to the ground and yelling “What are you doing!” Her mind soon went blank; before her sight went black she watched a hand pull the knife out of her clenched fist.

Alice was unsure how long she been out, her face itched. She went to scratch but could not move her arms. The room was bright, and she could see straps holding her hands down. Looking around she noticed an older woman in a light blue uniform, and a white coat over top of it. Alice felt defiant towards her current situation. Her mouth was dry, and it hurt to speak. However she managed to speak “Did I get them off? I just wanted to stop them from staring at me. Did I get the things off me?” The doctor frowned at her and pulled out a needle then injecting it into an IV feeding into Alice’s arm. “Am going to give you something to rest” She said with a pitying look on her face.

A Walk Home

The Wind howled. I wrapped my scarf tight around my neck in hopes it would not blow away. The streets are dark and empty while fences rattled against their posts.  It was going to rain soon, it likely be a large storm. I left the bar early in hopes of getting home before it started. I only had four blocks to walk, and the trip home now is better than a later trip drunk and in the rain.

After a block I heard footsteps following me. I turned to see someone much further down the road, hands in his pocket, coat and scarf blowing in the wind. He seemed familiar I wondered if he was he was coming from the bar as well, perhaps I had seen him there. I walked on, not giving it another thought. The wind blow in my face, I tucked my head down into my coat trying to block most of it, keeping my hands in my pocket to keep warm.

Another block, the man was still behind me. I could not catch a good look at his face but he was walking faster than me. He would catch up soon; I wondered if he was a neighbor, we seemed to be heading the same way. After a bit more time I took another look back, he was still keeping a fast pace, his hands still in his pockets. Growing a bit worried, I started to walk faster.

One more block before am at my apartment, am getting scared now. The man behind me is taking wide and fast steps getting closer. I see now that his scarf is covering his face, and his hands still hide in his pockets. I decided to run for the last stretch of my trip. The moment I start to run, I hear the footsteps behind me pick up the pace as well, am being chased!

The footsteps are right behind me. I look around for anyone to help, am ready to yell when I feel something cold in my back, I trip and fall to the ground. I try to pick myself off the ground, when my hand reaches for the feeling on my back. I feel something wet on my coat, and when I bring my hand back around I see the blood on my hand. I yell, when something grabs me from behind and covers my mouth. I reach for it and feel his hands, he forces me on my back and I finally see his face. Oh god…oh god his face! Why does he have my face!? The last thing I see is a knife in his hands as he jabs down. Before I lose conciseness I can hear him say “Don’t worry, no one will miss you.”


“The night is quiet, the streets are calm,
In this house my beloved once lived:
She has long since left the town,
But the house still stands, here in the same place.

A man stands there also and looks to the sky,
And wrings his hands overwhelmed by pain:
Upon seeing his face, I am terrified–
The moon shows me my own form!

O you Doppelgänger! you pale comrade!
Why do you ape the pain of my love
Which tormented me upon this spot
So many a night, so long ago?” -Franz Schubert’s Der Doppelgänger

Ink filled Dream

“Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.” -Edgar Allan Poe

In a dream Joseph saw himself sleeping. His twelve-year-old body tucked in a thick comforter, on top of his old hand me down mattress. Even as he stood by his bedside, looking at himself, he could feel the warmth of the comforter. “Curious” he thought to himself, he decided to explore this dream. He looked out his window, the moon still bright, and with a bit of concentration he passed through the window, like a ghost in a movie. Gently floating to the ground from his second floor room, in the way gravity’s laws hold no sway over a dreamer. He explored the empty streets as snow started to fall. With great leaps he could almost fly, floating as he ignored gravity and the rules of the wakening world.

The streets were dark and only the sound of an occasional car could be heard in the distance, Joseph did not feel the night chill he should have. After a little time of playing and exploring he saw something. Down the darkly lit street was a figure, a silhouette of a child no older than him; the figure had no facial features and appeared to be a black mass only in the shape of a boy. It turned; even without eyes Joseph could tell it was staring at him. Unnerved by the figure Joseph ran home. Moving faster than his wakening legs would manage. He never looked back to see if he was followed.

Stopping when he reached the front of his house, standing on the front steps was his mother. The tall, blue-eyedwoman was smoking a cigarette in her pajamas, breaking another promise to quit. As she dropped the ashes into the flower-pot next to her Joseph wanted to yell at her. However he quickly found he had no voice, as he tried to gain his mother’s attention he found she did not notice him at all. She tossed the last of her cigarette into the flower-pot before going back inside, Joseph followed inside as well, and walking back to his room was the last thing he remembered before being awakened by the sun in his eyes.

As he walked out the door the next morning, he nearly forgot his dream. In the flower-pot by the door there as a cigarette bud. “She really is smoking again” he thought to himself with a sigh as he made his way to the bus stop. It wasn’t till lunch that he noticed how tired he was, unable to keep his eyes open any longer he fell asleep right in the cafeteria, once again he dreamed. He saw himself face down in his chair, and the spit balls on his back from the kids at the table behind him. He watched the room at bit before moving out of the cafeteria. Unsure where to go, he moved to his next class. There he saw Miss Frances, teaching the class on the schedule ahead of him. They looked to be taking a pop quiz, Joseph felt dread at the thought.

Once again none of the kids or the teacher noticed him as he moved between desks, looking over each of his peers shoulders. Bored of school, he decided to move outside. He put his hands to the window ready to float out them like he had done before, however he noticed a dark figure just below. It was the faceless child again, crawling up the wall as it were the floor. It was on all fours now, looking even less human with extended arms and fingers that ended in points like one large claw.

Joseph almost fell out of his chair as the loud ringing noise of the bell went off. Once he stood up, he noticed the spit balls falling off his back, with a quick rub he wiped the rest off angrily and moved to the next period. There Miss Frances announced a pop quiz. The Quiz read the same as it did before. Suddenly remembering the window he ran over and looked down…yet there was nothing there. The rest of the class stared at him. Mumbling “Thought I saw something” he sat back down and took the quiz. Joseph however could barely write, he was starting to understand his dreams were more tied to reality then he thought.

Over the next few days Joseph went to bed earlier and earlier, looking forward to his dream like playground. It was clear now that no one could see him in this state. He started with spying on his older sister as she spent time in her room, wakening and sneaking in the room later to confirm what he saw in his sleep. He did not see the dark figure for a few nights, and slowly stopped thinking about it, enjoying his new found powers too much. However each time he waked the less sleep he felt like he had gotten. His mother noticed her sleepy child and decided to keep him home from school in fear of illness.

Before today most of his trips into the dream world had been at night. So Joseph did not put up a fuss when his mother put him back to bed, his body quickly dazed to sleep while his mind his spirit like form awoke. He only took one glance at his sleeping body before running off to the school. This time he was free with no time limit to spy on his peers. He moved faster than he even realized, surprised when he was already looking at the front gates of the school. Looking up at his classroom on the second floor his smile quickly turned to a frown as the creature was standing on the other side. Joseph turned around to run away but stopped when he heard a loud “Smash!” as the sound of glass landed on the ground. He turned around and saw his peers looking out of a broken window confused, an angry teacher beyond them. Joseph was shocked  at the realization this creature could affect the real world.

As the weekend started Joseph had doubts if he should still be exploring this dream world. Despite his fears however he was enthralled. At this point he slept more than he was awake. He saw his monsters more than once, but managed to avoid it each time. This thing scared him, but it too was part of this dream world that fascinated him. He found it could change its shape, sometimes looking more human, more like a child. Other times it looked completely inhuman, like a dark beast. He always watched from a distance, and ran away when it noticed him. If he was cornered Joseph found he could force himself awake. He was addicted to the dream world. His overworked mother failed to notice, and his teenage sister was too wrapped up in her own life to notice her over sleeping little brother.

It was a cold night; Joseph was busy playing in the snowy streets when he noticed the creature once again. This time it was looking right at him, standing in front of his house. It turned and walked through his front door. Panicked, Joseph thought it was going after his mother or sister and ran after it. He quickly checked his mother’s room, but no sign of it. Then he looked in on his sister, but still not there. Joseph felt relived for a moment before remembering that he still had his own body, sleeping soundly in his bed. Rushing into his own room he saw the creature  sitting on the floor, looking like a human child without a face. A soft glow was next to him on the corner of Joseph’s bed. A smile formed on the creature were there was no mouth before, on the floor next to his hand was Joseph’s mother’s lighter. Joseph could feel warmth in his feet, and saw the glow for what it was, fire. He immediately tried to wake up, but he couldn’t. The oil like child got up off the floor, and walking right though the wall. Joseph could not see it, but the newly formed mouth never left the shape of a smile. In a matter of moments the fire spread over the old mattress. Joseph could feel the flames. He felt the burns and he screams in agony, but makes no sound. He ran to his mother’s side trying desperately to wake her. All of his words were without sound, and she slept soundly as her son burned to death.

The neighborhood was awake that night, watching firemen come into and out of there neighbor’s house. A teenager and middle-aged woman were saved thanks to smoke detectors, but the firefighters could do little for the boy whose room the fire started in. The firefighters had seen this sort of thing before, an unwatched child playing with fire and an old mattress. Yes, this was likely another case of the same. Unknown to everyone else however, there was someone else watching. Joseph watched as he saw his mother and sister crying, begging for them to notice him.

Pot Hole

It’s been two days since I fell into a hole. Gravity kept slowly pushing me down, further and further into the black. Every moment the walls would get tighter and tighter. I could hear voices above me, people chatting from the street above me. I scream and scream for help but my voice could not reach them. Something caused sound only to echo down into the dammed abyss.

It had been a cold winter, potholes have become a common sight in the city. I was walking home from work, it was late and chilly. The strong winds blow on the fences causing a rattling sound to be constant. I must have past that alleyway for six years without so much of giving it a glance. However that day I heard a whimper sounding something like a dog. That is when I saw a hole. I worried an animal might be trapped and pulled out my phone to try and add some light. When I leaned over to look inside….i don’t remember how I slipped in. I only remember falling.

The hole was not a straight path down, it had a curve. Its size was so small I could not even lift my hands in front of my head. Past the first feet, my descent had been slow. Only moving inches by the hour, slowly slowly downward. The light of my cellphone was the first to die; I frantically tried dialing any number on it to no avail. Even if I could see the screen, it seemed I could not get a signal out. Hours passed and the day must have come. I could see no sun, but the streets above could be heard at their busiest. I spent hours yelling till my throat burned in pain. The people sounded so close, but I was so far down that the sun could not reach. After many more hours my mouth was dry, my tongue was swollen as I grow more and more dehydrated. My hunger did its best to keep up with my dehydration, starving I was growing weak and dizzy.

The situation had caused me to question my sanity. I went through periods of anger and grief. I feared dying and grow ever more angry and the voices of the people above, sometimes deciding they could hear me, but just ignored my plight. At times I thought I could see things moving in the darkness in front of me, but I know this should be impossible without any light. Two days I’ve been stuck in this hell, I was ready to die, I had no more hope. I was hungry, and thirsty. My body had grown tired, and weak. Even if I was saved, i doubt i look like the man i once was. I gave a curse to the voices and people above when I felt a jab in my face. I could feel a trickle of blood drip from the spot. My first instinct was to wipe the spot with my hand, but my hands could no longer move. Then I felt it again, like a pinch, and I could feel blood fill to the spot. Again this happened, sending a shock of pain down my body, after so long of being sensory deprived. The pain came more and faster, I struggled to move away but only slipped further and further down. I soon realized what was happening, something was biting me. The Bites came faster, and I could feel blood ooze over my face. I tried to scream, but I had no voice left to do so. I could not see what was eating me alive, just the scratching of small claws on rock and the pain of each tiny bite into my flesh. I pray I go into shock soon, and leave this dark place.