Daemon Sanguinis (Part 2) 

Night's Of The Wendigo (Part 1) 

Night's Of The Wendigo (Part 2) 

Tree Stalkers (Part 1) 

Tree Stalkers (Part 2) 

River Terror (Part 1)

River Terror (Part 2)

Don't Look Up (Part 1) 

Don't Look Up (Part 2) 

Web Of Love (Part 1) 

Web Of Love (Part 2)

Dead Fog (Part 1)

Dead Fog (Part 2) 

Cat & Mouse (Part 1) 

Cat & Mouse (Part 2) 

Night Shift (Part 1) 

Night Shift (Part 2) 

The Hunter (Part 1) 

The Hunter (Part 2)

Daemon Sanguinis (Part 1) 

Ring Of The Inevitable (Part 1) 

Ring Of The Inevitable (Part 2) 

The Emissary

Retribution

Water Hazard (Part 1) 

Water Hazard (Part 2)

Slashers (Part 1) 

Slashers (Part 2) 

Night Of The Wolf (Part 1) 

Night Of The Wolf (Part 2) 

Cold Blood (Part 1)

Cold Blood (Part 2) 

Bloodsucker (Part 1) 

Bloodsucker (Part 2) 

Genetrix (Part 1) 

Genetrix (Part 2) 

The Rider (Part 1) 

The Rider (Part 2) 

The King

The End

&#x3C;p&#x3E;The door banged, splintering just a little. The animalistic body of a defiled man rammed consistently into the wooden barrier. Jacob Kars, with one round, waited until the door fell off its hinges so that he could get one good shot. The pounding continued within his own heart and inside his small apartment. The wallpaper peeled off in strips, revealing blood-stained walls in the whole apartment. He held the gun, shaking in nervous anticipation. The door busted open and fell onto the floor with one big forceful thrust into the wood. The cage-headed man pounced on me, slapping the revolver out of my hand and holding onto his neck as he fell back into my bed. With pressure on his chest from its weight and the curling claws on his throat, he was paralyzed. It dripped onto him with oily blood, burning his skin. Its eyes were wide open. He plunged a finger into both eyes through the cage holes. It screamed in its horrid agony. It had let go of Jacob, so he clutched onto the cage to throw the head back to then fall off of him, hitting the floor. It then laughed while the flesh of his neck seethed in anguish.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Jacob couldn&#x2019;t scream, the pain would be too much to bear. The blood burned through my shirt and fizzled into the skin. As He looked into Its face, his hopes began to fade. Recalling all of the times he has died in every aspect of his own life, other than actually facing his death, he will die. He won&#x2019;t mind. Jacob Kars found the gun inside the open closet. The wall of the closet had a small hole, with light from it. He wouldn&#x2019;t have seen it if it weren&#x2019;t for the gun that landed there. He was going to investigate it after killing the Cagehead. He stepped over, gun peering into the head of the monster. A soft pull of the trigger, then a loud bang. A pool started on the floor, thick and repulsive. Luckily, he stood some distance away to avoid the splatter. He went back to the closet. Now above the hole were words that hadn&#x2019;t been there before. Lookie Here! He kneeled to the wall, a familiar move. He peeped through and saw himself, looking through the wall in the bathroom that would view one of the Apartment rooms next door. The copy of himself turned to smile at himself without eyes to see.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Gaping black holes looking back. He shoved away from the wall in dizzying disbelief. He was sick to his stomach and needed to escape his bedroom. Hopping over the dead body, He stepped into the hallway of his apartment. It was longer than it had been and became misty throughout the whole apartment. The rooms were more stretched away, the space was widened, the wooden floor was replaced with soil ground, voices came from every other apartment in the building from paper-thin walls, and red shapes flickered around in his vision in hallucination. The walls moved and breathed on their own, and oozed blood. He needed reassurance of his mind, also to tend to his wounds. He struggled toward the bathroom, a long walk in the unseen depths of the mist. He noticed parallel lines on both walls opposite each other. Drilled with long clawed fingers in cadence.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;Eyes sprouted from the ceiling above, looking down upon the weakened Jacob Kars. A forest was growing fast onto the floor with more doors and rooms to be lost in. The door to the bathroom was the only red door in the apartment, as why it had been red was not known to Jacob. It had always been red. He became trapped in his labyrinthian apartment. Howls echoed beyond in the mist, seeking him. From room to room he went onwards, looking for the red door. Frustrated he pounded on the while in aching pain and anger. He broke into the wall with his fist, he saw the red door on the other side. He kicked the wall to make a hole to squeeze through. He clasped the knob of the red door and opened it. It was dark, so he picked out a lighter from his pocket. A tiny flame found the candle on its bathroom counter beside the sink. A shadowed reflection of himself stood in the mirror with the small dancing light of the candle to keep company. He leaned into the mirror. The mirror leaned into him. Jacob saw exposed fleshy muscles at his neck.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;He took off his shirt and saw a hole in his chest. his heart beat rapidly. He ripped a strip off his shirt and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. He put on his regular office coat and buttoned it up, so he wouldn&#x2019;t see his own heart. All the pain from his neck and chest made him forget his biffed-up shoulder. Bloodshot eyes accompanied by sweat were seen in the mirror. The feeling of ticks and leeches fed off of him as he struggled to look even at himself in the reflection. Leaving the mirror momentarily, Jacob went to the hole in the bathroom wall that he made a long time ago. He saw the loneliest room he has ever seen once more. Saddened to see that the woman next door had disappeared seemingly a lifetime ago. Maybe she felt the gaze of someone else, had she welcomed it or finally welcomed the outside world? She was a lone recluse, so he couldn&#x27;t help himself to see her.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;It felt forbidden.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The candlelight went out. Click. Click. Click. Sparks came from the lighter in a few strikes until it bore a flame. It then met with the candle again. He did not see himself in the mirror, it was the woman. Sunken eyes, dark features, and blue eyes. She also had some of the afflictions Jacob had. She, too, was burned. It was said that life is but a dream, he thought &#x2026; and can I dream never to wake up again?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x201C;I&#x2019;ve missed you so much. Where have you gone? You weren&#x2019;t there in your empty apartment. We have no one, that is what we have in common&#x2026;&#x201D; He deliriously whispered.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x201C;I don&#x2019;t know you at all.&#x201D; She declared as she floated back into the shadow beyond the reflection.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Jacob&#x2019;s fist smashed into the glass mirror. Shards broke out and blood escaped. Feeling defeated, he still insisted on trying to find her as if some white rabbit in a wonderland or chasing some fantastical dragon. The walls became bloodied paper around him, but the red door stayed the same. Exiting the bathroom, he saw a whole forest that was once his apartment. No more walls. No more ceiling. Hanging from the trees were hundreds of clear boxes full of people in thick demon blood. Behind him, only the red door and a tub full of demon blood remained for him.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;The ground shrouded all around him in my view. Weak and lost. I let him see me at the end of the rope. My hundreds of eyes gazed into him. The monsters rising out of my body reached out for him. My demon blood waited for his embrace. He screamed the loudest out of many people I&#x27;ve seen to their end. The tub tipped over, and a sea of demon blood swept Jacob. Hundreds of tendrils started to drag him down into the deep. With his eyes slightly above, he sees me looming over. He was mine, and his feeble soul shall be used...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p&#x3E;Upon bloodied lands, your kin walk. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Upon cursed lands, you live. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The polluted waters give life to those that don&#x2019;t deserve it.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Many people have told tales of monsters, and supernatural terrors that haunted nightmares and legends. Most regard such tales with skepticism and outright brush them off. They are wrong, for you see, in the accursed land of Monstrum, Oregon.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;They are very real....&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

Monstrum: City Of Horror