HauntedMTL Original – 12 June, 1982 – Harry Fernando
12 June, 1982 by Harry Fernando
Shudder. A shiver runs down his back. Throb throb. His temples throb in a frenzy of anger. A buzz of excitement runs through his body. She shudders underneath him. Leaves crunch and twigs snap under the weight of their bodies. The fabric gives away in his hands, to soft flesh. Screams fill the air. Deafening. Shrill. Shut up! Shut up! No! He had stuffed handfuls of dirt into the mouth of the whore before. Grunt grunt. A hungry pig. He’s crushing her small weak body. Soft. He doesn’t bother freeing himself from his slacks. Soft. Weak. Weaker. She’s so weak. He laughs. Howls. Loud enough to drown out her shrill screams. Morphing. He howls like a beast. A God. A man. Mad. The Devil. Hungry. Insatiable. He is everything. Nothing. He is nothing.
‘YOU’RE NOTHING! A USELESS LITTLE BOY!’ the ugly old hag would scream as she beat him bloody. He lets out a guttural cry. Hot tears stream down his face. His fingers pull fistfuls of his hair in a primal desperation. He paws at the limp body beneath him. Spit spraying her plain pale pubescent face. Grunt grunt. His tongue against her cheek. Warm. He touches her chest. Soft. Pinching, squeezing and pushing down so hard he feels her brittle ribs crack. He wanted to crush her. His teeth graze her cheek biting at the soft flesh. Warm. Weak. Soft. Wet. Slippery. Pungent. Urine. She had started mewling. Weak. Small and pathetic. Weak. Weak. ‘YOU’RE WEAK! PATHETIC!’the old hag would snarl. He snarled. He had her ugly scowl, her hot ugly rage. The soaked dress tossed, she lay bare under him.
Heaving.
Her ugly scowl.
STAB STAB!
The knife cuts her soft weak throat.
Soft.
The painted whore laughed.
Hard.
STAB STAB!
Again and again! Blood pours out a crimson velvet. Hard. He spreads her legs. Crotch against hers. Hard. Slashes across her chest blooming red. White skin sliced. Hard. She squirms. Warm. Warm. He’s panting, moaning. Dry leaves around them are now soaked. Black. They look black. Moan. She’s beautiful, colored red and warm. His fingers digging into the cuts. Violating her flesh.
Her soft meat, like a sweet peach.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek disappointment.
Throbbing.
Hard.
The knife cuts the girl’s flesh, he carves her face. Just for him. He peels her skin back like a split cherry. His mouth meets the gash on her check. Thrusting. His tongue in and out the warm gash. Thrusting. The knife in and out her soft stomach. Thrusting. His hips against her slack body. Hard. Hard. Grunting. He frees himself. Knife tossed, gripping himself, he stares down at his masterpiece. His. His. His. Throbbing. His body shakes. Shudder. Her eyes were wide open, staring, blank. Her face carved. Red spread over the pale white canvas of her body. Legs spread wide. The white of her inner thighs and the soft pink are unstained, untouched, unharmed. Grunt grunt. Both hands on her middle. Smearing the blood across her stomach. Up and down her body, fingers reaching into the warmth inside of her gaping bloody slashes.
Poke.
Warm.
Prod.
Wiggle.
Warm.
Moan.
Slippery.
Slide.
Grunt.
A wild boar.
HARD HARD!
Face buried the sticky slippery crimson wet.
Lapping at the bloody gashes.
Split cherries.
Wet. Oozing.
Grunt.
Moan.
Pant.
Oozing.
Shiver. Shudder.
HOWL!
Red.
Bursts of flashing white.
Black.
Red.
Grunt.
Grunt.
Grunt.
Handfuls of wet dirt and leaves soaked. A broad swipe of black across her torso. Mud on her face. A little woodland nymph. A bed of leaves, thorns. Her soft pink, cut, carved. Soft. Eyes wide, staring, accusing.
Her ugly scowl, a laughing whore, meek disappointment.
Grunt.
Slash slash! The blade slices. A soft pink oozes. An X carved on each eye. Boneless with release. He lay back down in the mess he made.
THE END
H. Fernando is currently completing her Bachelors in Arts and Social sciences, double majoring in Gender & Sexuality studies and Writing. As a horror enthusiast, she enjoys dabbling in disturbing oddities and unconventional narratives.
They’re back… So, continuing where we left off, we’re still knuckle deep in finger spiders here at Haunted MTL! Because I made A LOT of unfulfilled requests for a spider out of fingers, I will continue this snarky little AI art series with NightCafe and Canva through the month of September…
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: finger spider; spider out of nothing but fingers; spider made out of only fingers; fingers as spider.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders Too Late! Well now that they’re in the house and you’re hunting them down, don’t let them crawl on you. Not only are they seriously creepy, but the AI art generation can warp time and space around itself and allow them to evolve to your biology.
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: spider out of only fingers; fingers into spider; finger spider; fingers as spider legs only.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders No You Didn’t! I can’t believe you let the AI art generated finger spiders crawl on you! What were you thinking?! Just try to wash it off as best you can… Like seriously, I can’t help you any more, you’re on your own.
All of the AI art images used in this series were generated on Thursday, June 13, 2024. If you want to see more freaky spiderness in art here on Haunted MTL, check out Bitten and Soul Catcher. More AI art graphic narratives from Jennifer Weigel have explored Little Red Riding Hood and Into the Deep Woods. Oh, and the Tiny Brain Computers exploration. To see more such devolutions into AI generated art, check out the Will the Real Jennifer Weigel Please Stand Up? blog.
So I tried to convince the AI to give me a spider made out of fingers, because there’s no way it could possibly mess that up right? Wink. After multiple unfulfilled requests for finger spiders, I bring you this snarky little AI art series with NightCafe and Canva for the month of September…
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: fingers as spider; spider made of fingers; a spider out of nothing but fingers; finger spider hand.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders Coming Soon! It’s just a matter of time before these horrifying AI art generated creations come crawling into your home to feast on your blood. For they are hungry and they are evolving…
Images: Overall design aesthetic of fashion / design advertising spread in muted tones with four AI art rendered images of spiders, built spiders, and spiders on hands, with any given number of legs on spiders and fingers on hands as you’d expect from AI interfacing at this time. Prompts used from top left to lower right include: fingers as spider; spider hand shadow puppetry; fingers in shape of spider; spider that is a hand.
Text reads: Creepy Crawlies Finger Spiders They’re Here! Too late, you let them into the house. You’d better be sure to find and squish them all before they breed and come after you. They are still hungry, and they are still evolving…
All of the AI art images used in this series were generated on Thursday, June 13, 2024. If you want to see more freaky spiderness in art here on Haunted MTL, check out Bitten and Soul Catcher. More AI art graphic narratives from Jennifer Weigel have explored Little Red Riding Hood and Into the Deep Woods. Oh, and the Tiny Brain Computers exploration. To see more such devolutions into AI generated art, check out the Will the Real Jennifer Weigel Please Stand Up? blog.
So most people don’t see orca whales as inherently horrific, but then again we don’t tend to see ourselves as humans that way either. That said, we are both apex predators, and the orca have earned the name killer whale for totally valid reasons. They’re kind of like giant sea wolves in their social structuring, and wolves are long thought to be terrifying.
And these aptly named killers have gotten a lot of press lately for sinking yachts and sailing vessels at the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. So we decided to explore these giant dolphin kin on this segment of Nightmarish Nature, because we focus a lot on the creepy crawlies but honestly a lot of bugs are just minding their own business (and minding it well, mind you).
On the Hunt
Killer whales have been known to terrorize other denizens of the deep and will often take advantage of spawning and reproductive grounds of other aquatic life, hunting down baby humpback whales migrating from their Caribbean birthing waters or attacking sea lion or seal pups en masse as they take to the sea for the first time (or the fifth or sixth or even as adults).
Some orca are even known to rush the shore and beach themselves to then shimmy back into the water, ideally with something to eat in tow. Or use their ability to make waves to wash their desired prey off of ice floes where they can nab it in the water. And they aren’t picky, when you’re that high up the food chain a grab ‘n go meal of any kind is all good: seals, polar bears, penguins, birds… because those big bodies need a lot of fuel… And killer whales will also toss living prey into the air in socialization, play, training, and just general sport whether they intend to eat the unfortunate creature(s) or not.
Culture Clashes
Each orca pod’s culture and habits differ, as some focus their attentions on nabbing fish and others on marine mammals. These two groups can often coexist in the same area, living very different lifestyles. Some will attack dolphin or porpoise pods (among their closest relatives), and others will clash with pilot whales competing for resources such as mackerel. Pods develop strong bonds and learning is passed down from mother whales; it is widely believed a female orca began the practice of attacking boats, possibly after being struck by one but possibly out of play or curiosity, and has taught it to others now doing so.
Attacking People
So why don’t orca attack and eat humans? Probably because of the missed opportunity, honestly. Killer whales learn about hunting from their mothers, and they simply haven’t been taught to prey on humans as such. In fairness, sharks don’t eat us either. Sure sharks might bite us occasionally, but the fact remains that they spit us out – likely because we aren’t the protein- and fat-rich injured seals they had hoped to be attacking. (We’re kind of scrawny and tough by comparison, probably not worth picking out of the teeth…)
Will orcas learn to attack and eat humans? Perhaps, if they keep attacking boats they may develop a taste for it. If they do, then that will likely seal their fate, because in the clash between apex predators, our engaging in a huge array of tool use is likely to force the issue. And, throughout our own history, we haven’t been known to tolerate animals that we come into conflict with very well at all. Just ask the Asiatic Lion.
If you’ve enjoyed this segment of Nightmarish Nature, feel free to check out some previous here:
