My horror summoning system

A woman ran through the dark hallways of a decrepit and abandoned mansion, she had a difficult time making out what was in front of her but still tried to look behind her, making her stumble on a dusty sheet.

Heavy footsteps seemed to follow behind her, making the girls body tremble in fear as she lifted herself up with difficulty and started running.

She ran and ran until she could no longer hear the slow footsteps behind her and checked to see if the pursuer was still following her.

Nothing, just an old hallway filled with antique furniture and oil paintings.

She turned back towards where she was heading and showed a shocked expression.

A giant stood before her as he caught her by the throat.

She tried to struggle, cry for help, but only silent screams left her throat.

The giant man, still half hidden by a veil of shadows, kept her choking in the air as he walked towards a door that he easily opened.

He emotionlessly looked down the creaky stairs as he took the first step into his den.

Meanwhile the girl was only able to shed tears and wiggle around within his grip. She was almost out of air, on the brink of suffocating.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain pierce her back as the hand let go of her throat, letting her breathe and cough.

It took her a little bit of time to get the courage to look around, her eyes blurry from her tears, and see a rusty hook coming out from her shoulder. She felt the pain too.

*SCHLING*

The sound of a blade being sharpened sounded out in front of her, as she tried looking around her, into the dark basement, she saw a blood chilling sight.

A tall man wearing a lumber jacket and a potato sack over his head sat silently on an old wooden chair, sharpening an axe with a brick-like stone.

*SCHLING*

He was surrounded by different weapons all stained with blood, fresh, rusty, old, rotting blood of all ages, as if he used one weapon only for each of his victims.

*SCHLING*

He stood up from the chair and put the sharpening stone into his pocket.

He took one step forward, holding the axe with both hands.

Another step, raising the awe.

And a third, flinging the axe down, throwing it and cutting the girls head vertically in half as blood splattered all over the screen.

It trickled down and formed a sentence.

THE REMNANT LUMBERJACK III

Return of the felling

”What a nice movie! I really loved it when the lumberjack ripped the first guys arm out like a doll and then used the bone to stab him in the gut! ”

”Yeah! My favorite was when he jumped down from the roof and skewered Cindy into the pool, filling it up with her blood! ”

A bunch of people left the theaters, some excited by the bloodshed while others slowly walked out trembling from fear or on the brink of throwing up.

If I were a murderer I would definitely target them first, easy prey.

I too walked out from the theater, pretty indifferent. Compared to other horror movies this one was pretty soft on the gore and the lore behind the lumberjack pretty shallow.

Movies like Trap or The other thing have much better gore and their stories are based on mystery and deceit.

Basically psychological horror equals number one, but all horror movies are welcome no matter the blood shed.

I passed by the popcorn machines plastic container and saw that my hair was completely messed up.

So I stood in front of it rectifying my short frizzy black hair.

I was pretty good looking since I started working out in high school, the reason wasn that I wanted to look good to get myself a girlfriend or to be friends with the jocks, no.

The reason was that a better build could really help me in case I needed to survive a psychotic killer trying to murder me.

Stamina was key to outrun a killer, or even a zombie if that were the threat.

And while I am fit, it wasn really visible under the white hoodie and blue jeans.

You could say I am more of the lean and tall type rather than the wide and buff type.

”Hey Kei! Can you believe it!? They are going to make a fourth one! ”

A blonde haired guy appeared behind him as he clapped him on the back.

A ”small ” guy with a wide grin plastered on his pierced lips.

He was wearing a leather jacket, high boots and a skull T-shirt, all of them black and covered with fake metal spikes.

His name is William, but he prefers being called Will and as per his looks suggests hes an emo… or a goth… I always forget the difference.

And even then hes a strange one, like an over energetic goth kid.

As he said, my name is Kei. Im an American just like them but my family is of Asian descent, Japanese to be precise.

”Yeah, doesn surprise me. I really don want them to ruin this series like the Missouri hillbilly massacre, it got weird when the whole mind control corn plot showed up. ”

”True… wanna hang out at the shooting range? Bobs waiting for us, he really wants to try out the beretta he bought this weekend. ”

It shouldn come as a surprise to see American college kids using their second amendment to blast some targets for fun.

Me, Will and Bob have known each other since we were kids, playing together, getting bullied together and learning together.

All three of us are big horror movie fans, although for different reasons.

I like them for the plot and the gore, Will likes them for the friendship and betrayals and Bob… well he likes them for the bloody smut…

But we still like action or adventure movies that normal people love, especially when one of the main characters dies and the whole audience starts crying.

Rest in pieces Tony. Rest in pieces.

”The shooting range? Sure, Ill just fetch my Glock at home and come as well. ” I answered with a small smile.

”Great! See you there! ” He heartily laughed as he ran towards our other childhood friend taking a smoke outside.

I left as well, heading in the opposite direction than my friends.

We live and grew up in Seatt