August 15, 2019

horror stories

My mom used to tell me horror stories when I was little. Real horror stories. Kids are such pussies nowadays, that their stories had to be rated. Mine were all real.

One of the worst that mom liked to tell, was about the deaths around the low cost flat I used to live in. Back in the 70’s and 80’s there had been a spate of suicides around the neighborhood, and they were freaky as fuck. The freakiest was this Indian guy who jumped from a high floor, and landed on the concrete right in front the arcade center I used to patronize. The guy landed in such a bad way that his brain was splattered all over the place. Mom said one of his eyeballs, flew off in such velocity that it got stuck right on the door of that arcade center (it wasn’t an arcade center back then. It was a grocery store or something).

So there were blood and gore all over the goddamn place, curious people surrounded the ground zero. They didn’t have cellphones back then so, they just gawked. Then there came this fucking stray dog, who got too excited of what seemed like an open buffet of dog food, ran into the mess and ate the eyeball on the door. And that made everyone retched. It was a story that everyone remembered, trailed by the various sighting of the Indian ghost near the arcade center door without an eye. Everyone stayed away from that section of flat at night… and many years went by and it was forgotten. But my mom remembered, and told me about it. I went in and out that very door many times during my youth, but I’d only seen those pixelated arcade ghosts on CRT screens in the arcade center…

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