Day 2,912

The shadow crept around the edges of the window, hazy fingers prying at the sigils that she'd spent the better part of a month carving and nailing around every entrypoint.

Day 2,911

He didn't die when it ate him, at least not right away. It wasn't much of a chewer, half-heartedly breaking his ribs, pelvis and legs before swallowing him headfirst with just enough putrid saliva to drown him as its oesophagus broke the couple of ribs that escaped the initial impact of its teeth.

Day 2,910

It may have been half-drowned but it still wasn't safe enough to approach. 

Day 2,909

I never used to think it was weird that I could only see my grandad at the aquarium after hours. Nobody in my family said anything about it other than not to tell anybody outside of the family. 

Day 2,908

His eyes seemed to writhe in their sockets, scarcely able to hold back the tide of maggots desperately trying to leave the otherwise withered husk of his body.

Day 2,907

The Polaroid was labelled "#4 of 17" and seemed to be a family portrait. They all had some kind of fungus sprouting from their skin but they were smiling so it didn't seem to bother them.

Day 2,906

Its risky to leave a building empty for too long around here, the things that moved in and filled the quiet spaces lingered long after they'd been disposed of.

Day 2,905

As the captain waved me on-board the rotting wreckage I wondered if I'd died in the storm or if I was simply unconscious and drifting on some blessed scrap of flotsam.

Day 2,904

I know it was real, I know totally came here every night by the way it left black tar footprints in the mornings and fresh clawmarks on the back door.

Day 2,903

They found her again two years after she'd gone missing, body crammed halfway down a ventilation shaft in the old coal mine out by the Riverside. Her face was contorted like she'd died screaming or gasping for air or crying when she realised she was too far away for anyone to hear.

Her friend had gone missing in the mines some four years earlier, trying to find her cousin who'd wandered off as a child and never been found again.

Surely by now they'd see the pattern too and realise that the mine needed to feed?

Surely by now they'd listen to us and cut their losses before they end up coming home in a body bag, if they were ever found at all.

Day 2,902

Colossal eyes sunken into a gaunt, scaled face watched him as he sank with his ship. Neither he nor it cared if he lived but each continued to stare at the other til the water grew too dark for him to see and the air inside the leaking cabin grew too thin for him to breathe.

Day 2,901

The mask had no mouth yet she could tell that it was smiling beneath the stoic porcelain facade.

Day 2,900

The tunnel may have been sealed off for the last thirty years but that hadn't stopped the sound of desperate screams and hands thudding against steel-reinforced concrete from echoing around the mountainside as they still lived and still tried to get out.

Day 2,899

Her dream always ended the same way - the figure standing in the middle of a cornfield would turn to her with black tears running down their terrifid face as they slowly became smoke. The smoke would then dart towards her and throttle her til she woke up with her own hands clawing at the soaked bandages around her throat.

Day 2,898

Blood-tinged saliva dripped from its fractal maw as its limbs formed and reabsorbed with each staggered step towards them.

Day 2,897

As he stood facing the door that was being rattled and slammed into by the same faceless creature he'd been hunting for over half his life, he wondered which of them would walk out of the house alive. 

Day 2,896

It looked like smoke in the hazy shape of a man, desperately clinging to the telegraph wires as of it had the weight to fall.

Day 2,895

This sickbed was all he'd ever known, pillow blessed with tearsalt and pus from many long night spent restless from the pain.

Day 2,894

The further along the tracks the train went, the more the screaming of the tracks started to sound like words. After half an hour or being jostled about, she swore they were talking to her.

They whispered names and cried for help and in the absolute void of the underground outside, she began to see their faces.

Day 2,893

It can take between 3 months to several years for an unembalmed human body to fully decompose. Something he wish he'd read more into before sealing himself into a coffin an hour before someone else's funeral.

By the time they discovered the real corpse he hoped to be dead and gone. He couldn't possibly have forseen that his consciousness would be stuck to his body until it was rotted to nothingness. 

However long that would be for him.

Day 2,892

Her claw-tipped hands trembled as she gently picked up the infant skull, a wail building in the back of her rotten throat s she recognised the tumerous protrusions that crowned it.

Dau 2,891

He woke up in a room he hadn't fallen asleep in, lying on a bed of weed-strewn concrete and surrounded by cracked grey walls, with his room - his home - nowhere to be seen.

Day 2,890

His flesh pulsed as it slowly knitted together. She tried not to stare but between his corpse gradually reanimating and the howls coming from behind the door his body was nailed to, there was little else she could do but sit and watch.

Day 2,889

We feed the pit beneath the house and in return we are kept safe.

Day 2,888

The air felt stale, as if nobody else had opened the door for decades, yet people were behaving as they would in any normal café that didn't smell and feel like a crypt.

Day 2,887

He peered over the edge of the bridge, expecting to see the body still caught and floating between the rocks. He didn't expect it to be facing him, mouth contorted in a rigor mortis stretched smile, eyes rolled back to the whites, one hand outstretched towards him.

Day 2,886

The statuette sat atop a pile of corpses that were somehow still fresh enough to be smouldering, though the tomb had been sealed for at least three thousand years. 

Day 2,885

When the old camera was given back to her and she was finally able to see the video he'd recorded just before he went missing, she could only focus on the thin spider-like arms that were loosely hanging around his neck.

Day 2,884

The harvest maidens are stirring in the caves out by the river, the gills on the underside of their jaws and around their skeletal ribs fluttering in the wind as they prepare to spread their spores to the next generation of harvest maidens, their armoured scythe-like finger growing in a staggered and serrated line to better reap as much meat as plant.

Day 2,883

My dreams are always the same - a church bell rings while in trying to free myself from deep mud and as I look around to find it, my eyes meet the cloudy bloodshot eyes of my long departed uncle. He smiles and puts his hands on my shoulders which I mistake for comfort til he starts pushing me deeper into the mud.

Day 2,882

The walls pulsed and writhed with starving insects as millions of chitainous eyes followed them.