MYCOPHOBIA: Tale 1 - Intruder PT. I
I was 10.
This was during the beginning of all this shit, back in June 2027, when they started showing up, those things that tore us all apart, the fleshy things. I don't even know how to fucking describe them. They gross me out.
My alarm read 00:32AM when something downstairs fell over, toppled hard with a loud thud onto the wooden floor we had planned to replace with carpet. Shattered pieces of god knows what scattered, you could hear them bouncing around.
Parents still sleeping, I stepped out of the comfort of my bedding and traced the same path of steps I took every night as to not creak the floorboards. I had it all laid out in my head, a set of movements I'd never forget.
Reached the doorway. I step inside. I shook my mother a few times and she groggily opened her almost stuck-shut eyes. "Mummy... I heard a noise downstairs, something- something fell." Whatever was down there began rummaging around like a wild animal trapped in a container. You might as well call it that, proper scruffy thief otherwise.
"It's probably the cat, Jess. I'll deal with it in the morning."
"No! You can hear it if you stand at the stairs."
She groaned and stood up. She was eager to get this over and done with and shut me up so that I'd patter back to my bed, be a good girl and sleep the night off.
Like hell.
She reached halfway down the stairs and the rummaging became imminent. She heard it. Our cat isn't that chaotic at all, nor could he even cause that much of a ruckus.
It all fell silent as the creak of the last step was met and echoed through the two halls on either end. She ventured onward.
I was left up there for an hour. Nothing happened. It fell silent. The rummaging ceased but all that was to be heard was my heavy breathing. Was it really the cat? Was it a thief? I heard thieves were bad people. Or maybe even a monster... but mum said monsters weren't real.
My instincts knew better than to go down there without guidance so back to my parents room I went. Dad was next.
"Daaad..." I shook him. "Mum is downstairs."
"Jessica... wh- she ain't... ugh..." He stands and stretches, before heading off to retrieve mother. Down the stairs, through the right hallway as always.
Silence.
They both fell silent.
Please. Come back up. I am in need of comfort. My innocent mind can't fathom being alone in the dark, my sweet guardians out of my sight. But they never returned.
So, I mustered up the courage. I had to find my independence at some point in my life, but I didn't think tonight would be that time...
Downstairs I went, down into the inevitable. The lack of light adding to the creepiness. I took the left hallway, unlike my parents that took to the right and ceased all noise.
I walked down the hallway, slowly circling around the inner perimeter of the house to find my parents and solve this mystery.
I can hear it. It's making weird... gooey noises.
I open the door to the living room and peek my head inside. The crunching of my mother's leg in the mouth of a tall, lanky humanoid with pulsing flesh. It had torn my parents apart with its widened hands and elongated fingers. Intestines spread out across the floor like laid-out dinner, though certainly I wasn't a guest.
This floor, I was on its plate. It turns out it had been sat right next to the doorway in the right hall. It must have snatched my parents as they walked in and brutalised them before they even had a chance to do anything. I had taken the left hall.
I screamed and dashed for it, the creature following pursuit. I could feel the floor vibrate with every thud of its mushy feet.
Mother said monsters didn't exist. Now she's food.
I was 10.
This was during the beginning of all this shit, back in June 2027, when they started showing up, those things that tore us all apart, the fleshy things. I don't even know how to fucking describe them. They gross me out.
My alarm read 00:32AM when something downstairs fell over, toppled hard with a loud thud onto the wooden floor we had planned to replace with carpet. Shattered pieces of god knows what scattered, you could hear them bouncing around.
Parents still sleeping, I stepped out of the comfort of my bedding and traced the same path of steps I took every night as to not creak the floorboards. I had it all laid out in my head, a set of movements I'd never forget.
Reached the doorway. I step inside. I shook my mother a few times and she groggily opened her almost stuck-shut eyes. "Mummy... I heard a noise downstairs, something- something fell." Whatever was down there began rummaging around like a wild animal trapped in a container. You might as well call it that, proper scruffy thief otherwise.
"It's probably the cat, Jess. I'll deal with it in the morning."
"No! You can hear it if you stand at the stairs."
She groaned and stood up. She was eager to get this over and done with and shut me up so that I'd patter back to my bed, be a good girl and sleep the night off.
Like hell.
She reached halfway down the stairs and the rummaging became imminent. She heard it. Our cat isn't that chaotic at all, nor could he even cause that much of a ruckus.
It all fell silent as the creak of the last step was met and echoed through the two halls on either end. She ventured onward.
I was left up there for an hour. Nothing happened. It fell silent. The rummaging ceased but all that was to be heard was my heavy breathing. Was it really the cat? Was it a thief? I heard thieves were bad people. Or maybe even a monster... but mum said monsters weren't real.
My instincts knew better than to go down there without guidance so back to my parents room I went. Dad was next.
"Daaad..." I shook him. "Mum is downstairs."
"Jessica... wh- she ain't... ugh..." He stands and stretches, before heading off to retrieve mother. Down the stairs, through the right hallway as always.
Silence.
They both fell silent.
Please. Come back up. I am in need of comfort. My innocent mind can't fathom being alone in the dark, my sweet guardians out of my sight. But they never returned.
So, I mustered up the courage. I had to find my independence at some point in my life, but I didn't think tonight would be that time...
Downstairs I went, down into the inevitable. The lack of light adding to the creepiness. I took the left hallway, unlike my parents that took to the right and ceased all noise.
I walked down the hallway, slowly circling around the inner perimeter of the house to find my parents and solve this mystery.
I can hear it. It's making weird... gooey noises.
I open the door to the living room and peek my head inside. The crunching of my mother's leg in the mouth of a tall, lanky humanoid with pulsing flesh. It had torn my parents apart with its widened hands and elongated fingers. Intestines spread out across the floor like laid-out dinner, though certainly I wasn't a guest.
This floor, I was on its plate. It turns out it had been sat right next to the doorway in the right hall. It must have snatched my parents as they walked in and brutalised them before they even had a chance to do anything. I had taken the left hall.
I screamed and dashed for it, the creature following pursuit. I could feel the floor vibrate with every thud of its mushy feet.
Mother said monsters didn't exist. Now she's food.