Month: December 2024

He watched the MMA fight fascinated. His brother was winning, outpointing the Muay Thai fighter. He was faster, had better striking power, and he dominated the Muay Thai fighter with his ground game. The crowd was on his brother’s side, roaring each time he connected with the Muay Thai fighter’s face and body. The betting odds were on his brother. He made a big bet his brother would win, easy money.

In the final round his brother was way ahead on points, and it looked like a sure win. He thought his brother was going to knock the Muay Thai fighter out as hard as his shots were to his head. But that fighter seemed to have a chin made of iron the way he kept coming forward despite taking so much punishment.

He couldn’t believe how the Muay Thai fighter absorbed even his brothers flurry of killer punches thirty seconds before the final round bell. The fight was down to ten seconds, a clear win for his brother, until the Muay Thai fighter executed a kick that seemed to come out of nowhere that stuck his brother on the temple. And his brother sank to the ground and was taken out of the ring on a stretcher. A day later, his brother was dead, and he never watched MMA after that.

Bob Boyd

The grave robbers began their new dig in a grave in Hanson Cemetery. They would get a pretty price for another corpse from the medical college that never could get enough dead bodies to dissect and study.

The moon was faint that night. The air was warm. The ground they began digging into was soft. They joked and talked about how they would spend the doctor’s pay for the fresh dead body. They talked about women at a bar they frequented they yearned to seduce. And they talked about all the money they had made plying their ghoulish trade.

When they dug deeper, they saw a coffin with a large crucifix lock on it. They busted the crucifix lock with their shovels and twisted what remained of it to open the coffin. In shock they drew back when the corpse inside it rose up, smiled an evil smile, and bared large fangs.

Horrified, they tried to scramble out of the open grave but fell back into it. The corpse transformed into a living vampire, laughed like a madman, and sunk its fangs into the neck of one of the grave robbers. The other grave robber grabbed his shovel and raised it over his head, but as if paralyzed, froze unable to strike the vampire with it. After the vampire killed the first grave robber, it seized the second frozen one, drained all his blood killing him, and flew out of the grave. Reborn and renewed, he vanished into a dark night of many blood feasting opportunities.

Bob Boyd

The serial killer nabbed Maria on Spring Street under a moonlit night. He tied her up and shoved her in the back of his van. Her heart beat one hundred beats a minute. She knew she was going to die. She hoped he wouldn’t rape or torture her before he ended her life.

She had one chance to be rescued; she hoped it would come in time. But she knew in this life there were never any guarantees.

The serial killing sang to songs on the radio as he drove his van. She was surprised an evil man could sing so good. As he sang, she struggled to get untied and free.

The serial killer was elated. He bagged another one to torture, rape, and kill. He fantasized about the delicious things he would do with her, the excitement of hearing her beg and cry and scream – and the climatic moment she died.

He turned a corner and heard her howl like a wolf. She had gotten the duct tape off her mouth. He jammed on the brakes, jumped out of the van, throw the van doors open and a werewolf sprung out of the van and tore him into a thousand pieces. Her revenge rescue complete, Maria had added the serial killer to her kills of human monsters. Another one done. A good nights work.

Bob Boyd