ANGRY MOBSTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS: 

Death, torture, descriptive gore, humans are treated like animals, psychotic man, may make you feel unsettled. 

!read the original here!

It was a late Friday night and I was hurrying home from the store after collecting groceries. Being the middle child, you’re almost always forced to do everything for everyone else. But hey, I’m okay with it. I consider myself a… people pleaser! Yeah, that. On my way home I ran into my friendly next door neighbor, Phoebe, who seemed to becoming back home from work. 

“Why, hello, Doe! What are you doing walking around at this time of night?” she greets from the other side of her metal gates. 

“Hey Phoebe! I was just picking up groceries— I had hardly noticed in the store that it got dark so fast…”

“Oh, deary. You should hire yourself a bodyguard— or better yet, get yourself a nice, strong, boyfriend! That way, I wouldn’t have to fret about your safety all the time!” 

“Haha, funny! As if I could ever get a boyfriend. But it makes me feel a little better that you worry about me. Well, I be seeing you!”

“Stay safe, hun!” 

Walking up my front porch, I set a heavy bag down to open the screen, then wooden door. Awaiting me on the confort of the couch, sat my eldest sister, Morcia watching the Andy Griffin show. 

“Well jeez,” she sighs, “took you long enough.” 

I placed the other bags I was holding on the carpet floor, quickly retrieving the one I had left outside. 

“I had a hard time time trying to find that ice cream you wanted,” I admitted, placing my hands on my hips while the door slowly shut behind me. “Speaking of that.”

I shuffle through the groceries, proudly pulling out Morcia’s Ben and Jerry’s “chunky monkey” ice cream. Sound gross. I hand it to her with a smile across my face. She looks up with annoyed face and asks, 

“No spoon?” 

“Ugghh,” I pouted, but complied and got her a spoon from a kitchen drawer. 

“Thanks,” she throws off the lid and immediately digs in, “you’re the best, sis.”

“Yeah, yeah…” 

As she enjoys her treat, I put all the things away on my own. 

The clock had struck 9. Yikes, I should really be going to bed! I tiptoed passed the couch, Morcia lying there peacefully with melted ice cream dripping all over the place. …I’ll have to clean that up in the morning. The stairs creaked as I walked up them, giving me an eerie feeling— like someone was walking up with me. I turned my head to look behind me, but with the dim TV, it didn’t seem like anybody was there. I softly walked to my room, which was placed all the way down the creepy and possibly haunted hallway. The bright blue night light we had plugged into the wall, to see where you’re going when it’s dark, saved me from a giant extension cord that slithered horitontally in my path. I should pick that up later, so one trips. Without hesitation or even changing into pajamas, I fell flat on my bed and began to sleep. 

…… 

A scream from downstairs had woke me clean up. Checking the time on my alarm clock, it was 11. What the hell was that scream about? I debated whether or not to go check or just go back to sleep, but the anxiety and fear of something bad, would keep me awaken nonetheless. I walked a clean path out into the hallway but noticed that the night light was no longer in the wall. And because I could’ve see where I was going, I fell with a thud over the cord from earlier. Damn it! I should’ve picked it up! Using the wall, I helped myself to my feet and made my way down the stairs. A cold breeze chilled me to the bone as I made the last step. Is the front door open? 

The TV was displaying a connection error and I could hardly see Morcia. Feeling around for the light switch, it flipped with an audible “click.” Nothing would have ever prepared me for the horrors that waited for me in the dark. 

My sister— or if I can even call that mess, Morcia— was an unrecognizable pool of organs and blood. Her torso was placed upright on the rocking chair my dad used to sit on, a long, lengthy slit down the stomach with organs removed. Her head, arms, and legs detached. The worst of it was, even her breasts were cut off. 

Her arms were left of the couch, one of her hands had the spoon I gave her in it. Her legs weren’t anywhere to be found. At least nowhere in the living room. And as for her head, it sat on the coffee table, a smile carved into her face. 

What kind of person— no, monster, would do something like this? Then it struck me. The man the had been murdering locals finally got to my sister. My older sister, my other half, basically the closest thing I would ever have to a mom. Why. Why her? I can’t bare to look at her anymore but yet, I’m so traumatized that I can’t even tear my eyes away from her. I want to wrap her in my arms again. I want to hold her again and have her tell me that she wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt me. 

There's nothing else I can do. I’m a deer in headlights— a fly trapped in a fly trap. The front door was wide open and I realized, I never locked it. This was my fault. My sister’s death was my fault. This could’ve been prevented if I had just locked the door. 

Well, I can’t go back, but I can definitely move forward… at least I hope. I have to defend myself now. There’s no doubt that the man is still here, somehow, somewhere, so I can’t dilly-dal. The missing night light upstairs leaves me to believe he was up there, or was. Maybe he was trying to catch me, when I tripped. But he must’ve been lacking, because I’m still here. I turn the light off. If he sees the light, then he’ll realize that I’m still here. I creep towards the kitchen, past the gore that was made of my sister. The light of the moon glazed through the window onto the nice, clean, hardwood floor. I went to arm myself with one of the kitchen knives but saw that…

The biggest one was missing. 

Obviously he already used it. He couldn’t have just now taken it, I most likely would’ve seen him. I pull out the second largest knife, keeping it close to my chest. I creepily tiptoed to the sliding door that lead to the back yard. I tried my best to open it quietly, but it slid open with a scream. We should’ve really oiled that some time ago. A bang could be heard from upstairs, causing my flight reaction to kick in. I booked it outside, shaking and not looking back. I hid behind a bush, my heart racing so fast, it felt like I was just gonna have a heart attack right then and there. I peaked my head up a tiny bit to see if I could see the criminal, but so far, nothing. I could make a run for it right now, but because I have no idea where he is, that would be risky. 

I sat behind that bush for what it felt like hours. Nothing happened, nor did I see anyone. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say, the coast is clear. I get down on my knees, army crawling to my other next door neighbor, Florence’s shed. Just as I almost made it over, I could see something in my window from the corner of my eye. Out of curiosity, I stop moving and pay full attention to whatever that is. It seemed to be… a gun? Specifully a sniping gun. Then, just like it was some sort of demented puppet show, Morcia dismembered head pops up and bobbles from side to side. 

Was this a joke to the murderer? Some sick joke, just tormenting and playing with your prey? He definitely knows I’m here, and I should defieltly get a move on. But for an unknown reason, my body was frozen in place. 

Like a deer in headlights. 

Light a fly in a fly trap. 

Like a mouse in the paws of a cat. 

My sister’s head went down and the sniper rifle began firing, nailing me right in the leg. The impact of it caused me to hit the ground, hard. I wailed in pain, holding my leg, cussing under my breath, tears spilling. There’s no way in hell I’m surviving this. I’m dying tonight whether its the last thing that psycho has to do. 

He has amazing aim, I’ll admit that. But his next move was pretty stupid. My window was cracked open a little to let the gun out, and now, he opened it fully. I was actually pretty confused, and wondered what he was planning. Before I knew it, the man I had fell out the window, hitting the ground with a powerful impact. 

He wasn’t moving… did he just kill himself? Sure a height like that could definitely kill a girl like me, but by the way his built is, he could most likely survive that. I waited a good five or eight minutes and he hasn’t moved a muscle. I think he’s actually… dead. There’s no way I’d be able to explain a situation like this to the police.  

I limped over to his lifeless body, wanting to laugh right in his face, yet decided against it. Turning away, I began to limp back to back door. That was pretty stupid, of him to ju–

"Yahahahaha!"

Before I could turn around, the man had me in a headlock. But I thought– I went to stab him, but realized I left my knife behind the bush. I couldn’t see much of him, but he wore a suit, with stains of blood, probably from my sister, he had what I think are night vision goggles, and had a wide display of canine-like teeth. Sinister. I started screaming, punching, and kicking with my non-injured leg. It didn’t look like he was armed, so I say what I’m doing is a smart move. He covered my mouth, setting me down gently on the grass, without removing it, or his grip. 

“Sh, sh, shhhh,” he hushed, “that was the oldest trick in the book. And by how young you look, it was obvious you’d fall for that. But I was hoping tonight would be easy and that I had to only deal with one animal… Oh well, you won’t make this boring for me… will you?”

Evil. Pure, pure evil. The only thing I could try against this guy was… 

I bit down, hard, on his hand and he withdrew immediately, yelping. I tried my best to get up as quickly as possibly, and ran inside. I shut the back door and locked it, just as he began to make his way for me again. I snatched another knife and and limped to the living room, then tried for the stairs. At the top, I could hear him come in through the front door. 

I hid in my youngest sister, Erika’s room, in her closet. My breath was so loud, that I would have to simply stop breathing to silence it all together. When I heard him coming up the stairs, I held my own hand over my mouth, the adrenaline coursing through me. Please, please just leave. Please, let this be over. 

Then, he came into Erika’s room, huffing. Though it was dark, he looked towards the closet and began to smile. 

“Tsk, tsk tsk.” 

Does he… How does he… 

Night vision goggles. 

I should’ve hid somewhere else. 

He stands in the frame of the closet, blocking any possible route of an escape. 

“P-please…” I choked, “let me…” 

“You’ve made this night wayyyy harder than it should’ve been. I had to play tag and even hide and seek with you. And because you made me go through all this effort just to get you, I want to try something new on you. I want to try… a game.” 

A game?

“I-I’ll do anything.” I plead. “I’ll do anything as long as you let me go…!”

“Oh really? I’m glad you’re as excited as I am. Now,” he pulls out a switchblade from a pants pocket,” I want to see, 

how loud I can make you scream.”

…

A/N

thanks for reading this! its currently 10:49 pm and I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago, but was I start writing… I can’t stop! 

it was fun writing this! I tried to stay true to the original story, but theres obviously different elements, yet the same ending. I personally think this ending it amazing, but definitely not as good as the others that are to come. I really can’t wait to rewrite the other stories that follow after this so stay tuned!

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all of these stories were originally in different “universes.” but after I came up with the secret orginization, the “Tea Party,” they’re all set in the same universe. I’ll make a complete list of characters in my little “franchise” once I get all of the stories out. and I may even add on more to the lore with brand new stories! if I do have motivation to do so, I’ll draw all the characters and post it on here! I really hope I earned a fanbase, that would be so COOL. 

much love! <3