The stars were out shining in the blackness of the night brimming with such color you would feel it on your skin. The trees were lush with their bright green and beautiful leaves that sway back and forth in the smooth cold yet warm breeze. The birds chirped, the bugs sang and the animals growled their groaning of annoyance as they tried to catch their prey. The buildings were tall with some of different colors like grey, black and sometimes red with other shades etc. In a small town not far from a city called "Hankterville" a small circle of houses with others stretched across the large lake called "Ckimptin lake." This circle of houses had medium sized land where the grass was green and the flowers were blooming. There a white and black house stood. It was tall and well built with its triangular roof like design. The house was surrounded by other houses in a circular arrangement. There were about 9 houses that made the circle. The first six made the curve while the other three made the other curve to make the formation.
Now there where were two houses that sat side by side. It was a family of four and if you looked at it from a ground view they almost looked identical but slightly different. They both had red bricks that stopped at a part of the houses where it looked like a pattern with each part was trying to overcome the other, it basically looked like waves overlapping each other. Now, this neighborhood is usually peaceful, but not busy. One of the two houses had a large wide open spot where people look out from the inside through a window with a square like pattern. However the other house didn't have that. These two buildings were next to each other, the left one was right to the other one and the right one was left to the other. The right house had an inside garage while the other had a car port.
Inside this house, a horrific scene was unfolding. The house had a screen door which was now broken with some type of weapon. The front door, a brown wooden door with a small diamond shaped window, was open wide with large muddy foot prints trailing along the kitchen floor. The kitchen was a slightly grey but it felt like you were looking at a tint of brown with some other colors that make it look like this brownish-grey color. The kitchen counter was black with some specks of white dots. The cabinets were brown and firm with the lower cabinets and drawers under the kitchen counter the same color but had some loose knobs. The fridge was pure black and was plugged into the tiny, lightly colored skin like wall; it had many different kinds of papers, magnets and stickers that shows the various different places the family went. This type of stuff was on the right side of the fridge as the left was touching the kitchen cabinets. There was an area where you place your shoes, it had a function where you can pull down one of the doors to place the shoes in.
The mud trail then went into the living room. The living room was a little spacious but not by much. It had a pictures on the walls that kind of go all the way down to the hallway. The dinner table had black chairs with black cushions attached to them. It was an interesting design. The legs had black wooden beams that went across each chair leg making a smaller square. The furniture then curved up like a circle but with straight lines going up then curving to connect with the other line. Then four wooden beams came down from within the circular frame and connecting with the chair. Then the table it's self was plain with a waterproof sheet to protect it from eroding the wood. The couch was brown with some stains with a very short small coffee table that was black with some golden patterns around the edges, it was rectangular with a glass casing on top to protect it from water. The TV was large and wide connected to a small pedestal in the wall. Then you had the built in cupboard under the TV where all the DV's, Games and Consoles were.
Lying on the couch was a young woman in her mid twenties with a large shotgun hole in her chest and head, which is nothing but a sizzling heap of smoke and burnt flesh. Her name was [REDACTED]. A black attired man stood in the middle of the room holding a double barrel shotgun in his hands with a small revolver held by a gun holder connected to his back pocket. This black attired man also wore a long black ankle reaching coat with two golden buttons, plus it looked expensive. The black clothed man also wore a White expressionless mask with only two rectangular slits for eye holes. His shoes were muddy and smelt of dirt, blood, manure and Etc.
The fan blew around, making the air swoosh with it's harmonious song. A Young boy with black short, rough hair was hiding inside a pantry whispering his quiet and mournful cry hoping he would be not found. The pantry door was cracked open just slightly and he could see his father lean against the fridge with his entire shoulder and a little bit of his rib cage blown off in a circular fashion. The boy instantly covered his eyes not wanting to see such a sight. The boy was scared and frightened, it felt like his body was tearing its self alert bit by little bit. After several minutes that felt like hours the boy heard a thud and the sound of clattering metal on ground. The boy creaked open the pantry door letting his foot slip out and touch the cold kitchen floor and shuddering at it. He took tiny and silent steps that felt like taps. He peeked behind the corner of the kitchen door to see what happened. The boy gasped in horror at the scene. The Masked man was on ground leaned against the wall slumped down with his head hung low. The mask was off and it showed the man's true face, but it wasn't a man. It was a young teenager, probably close to his twenties if given three more years. The teenager was pale, bone and skeleton like frame. It was like seeing a true like ghost. The boy wondered how a skeletal persons like him could have a taken out a war experienced veteran 50 year old man, the boys grandpa, with each ease. The boy took careful steps forward moving around some of the dead bodies with out barfing up his stomach like a nuke. He finally reach the couch and saw his mother with her blow off head and massive hole in her chest. That was the finally straw and he instantly fell to the ground wrenching and barfing.
After an hour of reeling and gut wrenching pain he stopped and took calm breaths trying to steady his every rising heart beat. He heard a voice beside him; it wasn't loud, but quiet and soft in a pleading tone. The boy turned quickly grabbing the shotgun and pointing it at the where he heard the voice. It was the Teenager and he was speaking to the boy. It was barely audible but the boy heard it like a storm in the sea "Kid, come here. I want to talk to you." The teen said in a dying, tortured and pleading voice. His body's twitching slightly like he was trying to fight something. The boy was confused and hesitant. He carefully and reluctantly walked over to the teen squatting down and curling up into a ball next to the teen. "W-what… do… you want?" The boy asked with a shaky and scared voice his eyes moving to look at the pale teen. "What's you name? I would like to know you name?" The teen croaked with a soft, dying and hoarse voice. The teen has lifted his head just slightly to look at the boy. The teens eyes were lifeless and dead like he was in war or something. The boy knew that in his heart he shouldn't trust the strangers words, because he murdered his family, and so he raised the shotgun at the man's head. "It- It's Komodo Walten. W-why do you ask?" The boy, who is now Komodo, stuttered nervously. His hands shaking profusely without stopping. The teen made a hollow and soft grumbling sound in his chest making it seem like he was amused. "What a nice and cool name, I am Micheal Farasin Harrow." Micheal said in a playful tone of voice watching Komodo with a keen and sorrowful gaze that made Komodo uncomfortable and awkward. Komodo thought for a moment thinking of something. He wondered why his man named Micheal who killed his parents talking to him? Was it out of sympathy or guilt? He racked his brain together but found nothing. "That's a nice name too, Micheal." Komodo replied respectfully wondering where this conversation is going. Then he heard a loud a ear ringing voice. "Stupid! Just kill him and get it over with!" The dark, deep and eerie voice said with a shout that made Komodo wince. Komodo glanced at Micheal and stared in disbelief. Micheal just died in front of his eyes without him knowing. The voice spoke again in a darker and less powerful tone. "Eat the body's for I hunger for meat." It said as a dark, shadowy and twisted figure arose in front of Komodo's eyes, making him jump back in surprise, fear and wonder. The dark shadow like figure was static and wavy with some parts looking uncanny with a unpredictable length. Its size though was the scariest part. It was massive and large with its legs reaching the kitchen door from the living room couch. It's neck was bent and elongated making it seem slender and skinny. Its head was round and spherical like with wide, sharp, canine teeth that smiled at him. The boy froze and couldn't move. This abyss like entity then grew move limps and crawled towards, bones cracking, unseen flesh tear and squelching with blood. It stare down at him with one human eye that seemed too real for a monster of this size. "I hunger. Feed me." The entity spoke again opening its mouth with hands crawling out from it and grabbing onto Komodo. The entity seemed to grow smaller and smaller as it paralyzed Komodo and crawled inside his body while he was still conscious. Komodo gagged and started to convulse as the entity slide down his throat and into his stomach. It was so painful, it was like several weapons of all different kinds slammed, cut and stabbed him while a giant was twisting his body.
When the process was over Komodo feel to his knees laborious breaths were heard from him and he heard a voice. "I hunger. Eat the flesh! Feed me for a hunger for human." The voice racked his brain like a pan and Komodo looked around. He felt his hunger in his stomach, a feeling he never felt before. He didn't want to eat Micheal, but he looked so tasty and juice. A smiled creeped on his face and he dashed forward ripping off clothes and flesh with his hands as he used his mouth, that drooled uncontrollably, clamped down on human flesh and ripped his off like an animal.
#TWO DAYS LATER#
Two people entered the house, carefully avoiding pans and knives scattered on the floor. Woman in here mid 20s and a man in his mid 30s walked into the living room and saw the gruesome aftermath. A human skeleton with its guts on the floor, bloodstained walls, flesh on the floor and veins for some reason still pulsing out blood. The sound of someone eating was heard behind the couch and two adults looked and saw a child crouched down and eating a human arm. The child looked up and smiled wildly at them while standing up. Komodo stared down at his meal with delight. He didn't notice that he had grown two more feet and was now 8ft in height as he was originally just 6ft. His body had gotten stronger and a little more slender. His teeth had become sharp as a bear. Hands came out from his mouth in a slow creeping manner towards the two adults who were dead still in terror and fear. The hands slowly latched onto them on the shoulders and Komodo started walking towards his room. Opening his bedroom door slowly, walking inside and closing it.