The Boy Who Cried … What?

The Boy Who Cried … What?

The Boy Who Cried … What?

A screamfix original short horror story by Dön Harrisön aka Wicked D Wails

I’m not crazy, am I? I know what I saw. I’m sure others saw them too, didn’t they? Why is no one saying anything? Well, that’s a stupid question, Donnie boy. They’re obviously afraid of sounding a bit … crazy. Maybe they’re just simply afraid. I need to tell someone, but whom? My mother would have me committed if I were to tell her that I know what is happening. Do I go to the police? Should I call the FBI? More like the Men in Black. Yeah, right.

The story of Chicken Little pops into my head. The sky as we know it is about to fall and there is no one I can tell. Well, no one who will take me seriously anyway. Actually, with my history, The Boy Who Cried Wolf is perhaps a better analogy. I’ve seen things in the past that I probably should have kept to myself. This time, it’s different, isn’t it? I know it’s real and I know others see it too, don’t they? Am I afraid of being brushed off as a blubbering idiot again? Do I remain silent for my own foolish pride?

Maybe I should head to a church, but which one? I’ve never been a religious man, but if anything could make me a believer this would no doubt be it. Yes, a church. Perhaps I should head to a Synagogue. This is definitely some Old Testament fire & brimstone shit. I mean, surely a Rabbi would understand, wouldn’t he? He has to, there’s no one else I can turn to. No, never mind, he would not understand. No one will understand. No one will believe me. No one can stop this. I will tell no one. They will all see … and believe soon enough.

The sky grows dark overhead as I sit across from the Synagogue. Flashes of light appear as distorted humanoid forms as if fading in and out of existence. Hints of glowing wings protrude through billowing clouds. Screams of horror, pain, and death fill my ears. I look on in horror as bodies are ripped limb from limb. It’s raining now. Raining … blood. I’ll just sit here.

Funny, I’ve always viewed Angels as beautiful, peaceful, and loving creatures…