Insanity

The North Georgia Mountains grew darker as the thunder storm made it more of a blur for the detective. He was investigating the disappearance of Smitty, an old hermit who lived in these woods with his three hunting dogs, Iknow, Youknow, and Comptiko Callico. As he made it to the cabin, he saw the deceased dogs laying near an old oak tree deep in the woods. He could see their throats bitten out, claw marks on their bodies, and their entrails hung out of their stomachs. So, he tried to call out for Smitty as he knocked on his cabin door, which to his surprise, the cabin was torn to shreds. "Smitty!" He called, "This is the police department. Open up please."

He knew Smitty wasn't responding, so he gave Smitty five seconds to open up, or he's busting in. He counted,

"5. 4. 3. 2. 1."

He kicked the door down, and saw the house empty. He searched, no sign of Smitty anywhere. But as he checked the bedroom, and the oder of death was so vile, it made the detective gag. Smitty's decaying body was laying on the bed face up. With gore around him.

"Oh my God!" He thought to himself. He reached for his walky talky, and called for back-up.

"We got a 10-45 and a 10-33! I repeat, we got a 10-45 and a 10-33!"

Suddenly after that, he heard a strange, unearthly voice which hissed,

"TailyPo, TailyPo, are you after my TailyPo...?"

"Who's there?" The detective asked, pistol ready. He scanned the area for the source of the voice, but it asked again,

"TailyPo, TailyPo, are you coming to take my TailyPo...?"

The detective doesn't scare easily, indeed the voice grew eerie as the thunder clapped the silence, with the flashes of lightning illuminating the cabin in quick sessions.

"Who said that? Show yourself!"

The detective called out. The voice grew more intense every minute, the detective grew more hesitant and tried to collect his courage.

"TailyPo, TailyPo, you'd better leave alone my TailyPo...!"

"I'm gonna give you to the count of ten, to come out with our hands above your head, or I'll make you come out myself!" The detective starts counting as the voice grew louder and louder and louder.

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!"

"TEN!" The voice bellowed as the short, stubby creature (Who was the source of the voice) burst through the window with a thunderous 'CRASH!' The detective was bitten on the shoulder as he screamed and fired multiple rounds at everything! He manages to get the monster off and fire his gun at it, but it moved to fast for the bullets to connect! The other cops came and rushed to the scene, who saw through the windows the detective firing shots, and thought a madman with a gun was present.

"We got a 10-32, repeat, we got a 10-32!"

The police rushed in and shouted at something to get down on the ground. But quickly stopped as they saw the detectives body laying limp, similar to Smitty's badly decomposed body. Then, they heard the thing spoke.

"TailyPo, TailyPo, you're not getting my TailyPo...!"

Then the door slammed and the cop's screams and the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the mountains, and ended with a chilling silence.

November 5th. 2017:

5:37 PM.

What once was a young boy, now was a homicidal maniac with the taste of blood on his lips. Jeff the Killer had just finished what he calls his "Daily rounds". The murders of innocent people, this was almost all that flooded Jeff's mind. He dragged his feet on the wet road as the truck he had stolen broke down, and now he had to go on foot. He was on the run from police, and he had to leave town and head for somewhere far, far away. He broke down in North Georgia, and as he grumbled and cursed under his breath, he had to find somewhere to hide. He looked up at the mountain and stared.

"Oh what the hell..?" Jeff shrugged.

As he got to the top, he walked through the woods and saw a cabin, torn to shreds. Jeff went through the door and saw multiple bodies of police officers laying on the floor.

"What the hell..?" Jeff asked himself.

Then Jeff said gleefully after staring at the bodies.

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about those damn cops!"

Jeff made himself at home, he made himself a fire in the fireplace, hunted for deer, or any animal, and made himself breakfast, lunch, and dinner. His favorite being "Skunk Nuggets". But around 10:00 PM, he heard something scratching around outside the cabin. Jeff went around to check to see what it was, and saw it. A short, stubby creature with pointed ears, fat feet and long claws. Jeff didn't know what the creature was, but he didn't want it around his cabin. He grabbed an axe, and came down on the creature's tail. He held his ears as the creature let out a god awful screech. And Jeff pulled out his knife and went to stab it in the spine, but the creature ran off into the night. Jeff was now left with the severed tail, the blood coming out of the top of it. He was baffled at the length of it, it was so long it was almost like a black anaconda. But, it was too furry to be a snake.

"God Damn..." He said with a stunned expression on his face.

Jeff studied the tail, and checked the length. He was even more stunned. He then kept it as a trophy. Later that night, he then heard the scratching again.

"What..? It's back..?" Jeff asked.

Jeff looked outside, and saw nothing. He went back inside, and sat back down to listen to the public radio about his Daily rounds. Then the noise continued, this time, it sounded like it was outside the bedroom. Jeff got confused. He went back outside again.

"Who's there..?" He asked.

He looked around with his trusty knife.

"C'mon chicken. I don't have time for this.."

Jeff got no response.

"Playing hide and seek, huh? I see how it is, you won't come out and face me. I will find you, if it's the last thing I'll ever do..!"

Jeff began to become irritated by this, and thought it was gone. Jeff went back inside and shut the door. Then he heard it once again, this time, Jeff could hear a voice which hissed.

"TailyPo, TailyPo, I want my TailyPo..!"

"What the fuck was that?!" Jeff thought to himself.

Jeff, now annoyed by this, storms out and yells as he goes around the cabin.

"Get out here! Get the fuck out here bastard!! Get the hell out of the bushes, so I can fuck you up!!"

Again, no response. Jeff throws a fit of anger as he storms back inside, and slams the door violently.

"Now I know there ain't no damn critters out there.." He cursed.

Then, the voice came back, and the scratching is now coming from two walls at one time.

"TailyPo, TailyPo, I want my TailyPo!! TailyPo, TailyPo, I'm coming to get my TailyPo!!"

"Fuck off!" Jeff hollered.

Jeff knew he wasn't going to be beaten by some otherworldly voice coming from outside. So whenever the voice or the scratching would grow louder and louder, the Psychopath would scream, spit, and cuss at the voice. By this time, Jeff even threw a beer bottle at the source of the voice, hoping it would stop. But it didn't. Jeff grew ever more furious. And the voice grew ever more loud.

"TailyPo, where is my TailyPo? Give me back my TailyPo!!"

"Leave me the fuck alone!!!" Jeff yelled back.

The scratching seemed to be inside the house now, and the voice was so loud it was deafening.

"“TailyPo, you took my TailyPo, and now I’m back to get it, give it to me NOW!!”

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Jeff screamed from the top of his lungs.

The scratching seemed to reverberate from every area of the cabin. And Jeff screamed madly as he covered his ears. His insanity was in overdrive, he smash the cabin in a fit of absolute fury, screaming like a wild animal. He began to stab at the wooden walls, hoping to end the scratching, but to no avail.

“TailyPo, you better give me back my TailyPo!”

"SHUT UP!!!" The psychotic killer screamed in fury.

Then he saw it – a short, stubby creature with pointed ears, fat feet with long claws and bloodshot red eyes that glowed in the dark — eyes that seemed to burn straight through Jeff.

“You got my TailyPo, and you better give it back to me NOW!”

Jeff stared at it, his left eye and hand twitching. Then... Jeff began to smile. And all of a sudden a chuckle escaped his red lips, then another, and another, until Jeff was cackling and howling with laughter.

"HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!!! So, you were the bastard making all those damn noises huh?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!!! Why the long face?! Why don't you just smile for a change?! HEHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAH!!!"

The creature pounced on Jeff, knocking the wind out of him, Jeff fought back, he grabbed his knives and sliced the creature's chest and abdomen. The creature backed away in pain, but slowly recovered. Jeff pounced on the beast, who ran out of the way. The creature then jumped and bit onto Jeff's back. Jeff screamed, and rolled around, trying to knock the small critter off of him. But the creature climbed onto Jeff's torso and bit into his face. Jeff screamed even louder as he tried to smash a beer bottle onto it, but winding up knocking himself out.

Jeff woke up being dragged by his foot into the woods, Jeff shakes the creature off his leg, and got to his feet. He tried to run back to the cabin, but the small monster sank it's teeth into Jeff's ankle, Jeff screamed and fell face down. After being dragged, he pulled out his knife and jammed it into one of it's bloodshot eyes. The creature emits a loud cry as the blade sunk into it's skull. Jeff limped quickly inside the cabin, grabbed a shotgun and fired rounds after the critter. The creature was too fast for Jeff's bullets, which ran out.

"God fucking dammit!" Jeff cursed as he threw the shotgun in frustration.

Jeff pulled two of his trusty knives and limped towards the critter, now painfully pulling the knife out it's eye socket. He sprinted at the critter as it pounced onto Jeff's face, almost causing him to moonsault in the air. The creature slashed and slashed at his face, causing Jeff to recoil. But Jeff sees the axe from before, he slowly grabs it and uses it to strike the critter in the face with the bud of the axe. Jeff runs as fast as he could to catch his breath. Then after hours of running, Jeff sees a sign near the bottom of the dark mountain just near town.

"DO NOT ENTER THESE WOODS.

They say a man disappeared with his three hunting dogs on October 31st, 1998 in a cabin inside these woods at dusk. They named these parts, TAILYPO WOODS.

Enter, at your own risk."

It was all coming together.

The creature was preferred as "TailyPo", it wanted it's tail back, just like the urban legend. Jeff heard rustling behind him, and saw the TailyPo creature coming straight towards him, and pounced on him once again. Jeff was knocked back inches from the sign, and noticed the creature backing away from the site of the town in front of it. It seemed to be hesitant to leave it's habitat. But, it gathered up it's courage, and went for Jeff once again, trying to get it's tail back from the psychopath. The TailyPo had bitten Jeff's nose off, he shrieked and cuffed his nose with both hands. He stared at the beast with burning anger.

"You. Are so. Dead."

Jeff lunged at the creature screaming, before the creature can dodge, Jeff caught it by the leg and stabbed it numerous times, the creature scratched at Jeff's face once again, but Jeff didn't care now, he was focused on taking the monster's life. The creature kicked Jeff off and ran back into the woods to get away from him.

"Get back here you coward!!" Jeff hollered, "I want to help you get to sleep Randy! You look like you haven't slept in months...!"

The TailyPo climbed up a tree, and waited for Jeff from up above the treetops. After seeing Jeff under it, the creature dropped down on Jeff, and the two escalated once again with blow after blow. Then, Jeff was cornered by a large oak tree. The creature swiped at Jeff's hands, making him drop the knives. Jeff was now doomed.

"You're brother misses you Jeff..." The creature mocked.

It then let out an ominous chuckle.

How did it know about Jeff and Lou? No one knows, not even Jeff. But Jeff looks, then his white, pale face grew purple with rage almost Demonical.

"... YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FAMILY, YOU SON OF A BITCH...!" He growled through his gnashing teeth.

Jeff dug his two fingers into it's eye sockets, the creature screamed as Jeff screamed back at it, digging deep till he reached it's brain. He held the creature like this till it went limp... It let out a soft, "T-Taily...Po..." Then died.

Jeff pulled out his now bloody fingers from the dead creature's eye sockets, and just sat there, breathing heavily. Before the flashlights flashed in front of him with the sounds of barking police dogs.

THE AFTERMATH:

Jeff was hauled into his patted room in the asylum. He felt so at home. Till he felt something fall out of his pocket. A piece of the creature's long tail, had fallen to the ground. Memories started flooding back, how he made himself at home inside the cabin. It was his first camping trip in years. If it wasn't for the creature ruining his good time, he would've had a happy memory. His doctor came in, and gave him some medicine.

"Say doctor," asked Jeff, "do you know what tail this belonged to?"

"What do you mean?" Asked the doctor.

"The tail. The tail I got before the officers hauled me away."

The doctor studied it, and said, "I'll have scientists study it for you. Thank you."

Jeff nodded. Even though he's mean spirited, he was concerned about what species this monstrosity this thing was that attacked him.

Years later, the results came in. It was, a cryptid. Doctors were baffled, they went to tell Jeff. But he was gone. He chiseled his way out through a window with steel bars.

Jeff was home free. He went back home. To continue his Daily rounds, all over again.

It's been quite a while since I wrote a horror or spooky stories, so my skills, if I had any to begin with, are kind of rusty. So, I'd be delighted if you expressed your criticisms and opinions about this little piece I've been working on. Thanks!

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A cold breeze slips through the neighborhood, the full moon blights the streets with its ominous light, sharpening the moving shadows. The calm, quiet and almost dead atmosphere is interrupted by police sirens. The place becomes a crime scene. A house has been broken into. Shattered pieces of glass shines and reflects the moonlight on the bloody floor. The officers who enter the house find themselves disgusted and confused – this wasn't a mugging or a murder of any kind that they found. It was a ritual.

Weird mumbling sounds come from the center of the room and a silhouette of a man emerges in the dim moonlight. Finally, the officer's flashlight reveals the picture – a man shakes from fear on the ground. As the ambulance is called one of the officers tries to communicate to the man: he asks if the victim is injured – no verbal response. He tries to flash his light towards the man's face – still nothing. The officer approached the injured man. As soon as his hand touched the shaking body, the man sprung into life and started running away. He tries to scream but unsuccessfully. The running suddenly stops as he bumps into the wall – he drops on the ground and starts crawling, desperately brushing his hands against the blood stained wall. Like a frail creature he cowers into a corner. The only sound coming from him is sniffs and moans.

The officer once again tries to approach him. This time his touch calms the victim. The guard is down and the quick breeze of serenity knocks the man unconscious. Hands are no longer hiding the face and what is revealed leaves the officer horrified – poor man is disfigured beyond recognition. The sensory organs have been removed and the mouth hole has been melted shut, rendering the victim deaf, blind and mute. What was striking as much was the machine like accuracy in which the disgusting procedure was done. A cold and calculated precision of such heinous act left the officer to not only question what kind of person could do such a thing, but also his own sanity.

As the victim is removed from the crime scene, investigators flock the house. However after hours and hours of investigation the only thing found, that may help investigators in any way, is a small metal box, which contains a photo of a young woman, holding a small child. As it is later revealed, the victim of this crime, Nathan Perks was in a marriage for 4 years. The woman in the photo was his wife Sofia, holding their daughter Eve. About two years ago the marriage ended as the wife's and the child's life suddenly ended in a horrible car accident. After that, the man became noticeably less social, his employers noticing more and more instances of careless behavior, but obviously they didn't want to intervene as they knew that the man was still suffering a great loss, at least for a little while. There was, however, a time of serenity observed about 4 months after the accident, which lasted until about a week ago. On that day the man was fired, with the reports of: “Complete lack of care for fellow employees, inability to cooperate and strong indication of mental instability.” Examples indicated man's loss of orientation in time, claiming that his daughter and wife were still alive, that they're waiting for him at the house. Further investigation of the steel box revealed a few crumple letters. Five entries and the dates are arranged in the following order:

The first entry, date: 4 months after the car crash, read like this:

“Frank recommended me to write my thoughts in this diary, said it was easier to deal with the loss. The medications he prescribed to me seems to make my nerves calm. Seems like sleepless nights are over. For that I'm grateful. He asked me to remove every photo of Sofia and… my daughter until I get better, I wasn't too fond of the idea, but I think he knows what's best for me, so I'll do that today. Oh, by the way, I decided to go and meet up with Tom. God, it was ages since I last saw him. I think, this means that I finally can move on… Hopefully. Nothing else to write though.”

The second entry, date: about a year and a half after the car crash:

“What it's been, almost a year since I moved on? I think, I finally can start over, you know, like mentally. I've been off the medication for a week now. And guess what, I started remembering my dreams again. The one from yesterday was pretty vivid. I saw… I saw Sofia, smiling at me. In the dream she said that she was… Happy for me, happy for the fact that I didn't break, that I moved on. Strange thing, I can't seem to remember her face from my memories, if you, for instance, asked me right now what she looked like, I couldn't tell you, but I swear, her face was so clear in that dream… Frank's saying I shouldn't be too hung up on those things.”

Third entry, date: a month before today's events:

“Frank tells me that I should get back to my medications, he says I'm unstable, but what the fuck does he know? He says I'm starting to see things again, telling him about some obscure trios in my hypnosis therapy sessions, that I don't look like I slept well. There were some nightmares sure, but who doesn't have one of those once in a while. Either the case, it's a full moon, and I don't sleep well on those anyway. Sofia is there for me, she said she may calm my nerves later on in the evening, if you know what I mean.. However, she was bit uneasy yesterday, she kept asking me why did I remove all of her photos from the house and I said I could do a few today, but she insisted that I brought the old ones back. God, it's only been like 2 years since we made those photos, is she afraid of a few new wrinkles on her face? She still looks beautiful to me, but I digress. It's been bit difficult to find the photos, I only managed to find one, and it was an obscure one. Sofia was not pleased. She says our daughter is barely noticeable in there. She started blaming Frank for hiding the photos, she went on a rant of how bad of a friend he's been to us. And I got to agree – Frank is sometimes full of shit. How the hell did he get that doctor's degree anyway?”

Fourth entry, date: a week before today's events:

“Frank, that backstabbing cunt! I know it was he who told those things about me to my boss! And that son of a bitch bought it! Now I'm unemployed! They say I'm fucking unstable, that I can't tell past from the present. But it is they who can't see jack shit! Yesterday, Frank tried to trick me into believing that Sofia and Eve are the fickle of my imagination, showing me a video, where I'm all alone, looking at nothing, talking to nothing. He says medication is very important, especially at times like these. He tops it all off, by saying I still can't get over the fact that she's dead, that I barely talk about it. About how my wife and daughter died in a car accident What the fuck is he talking about? I mean, they're alive for God's sake! They are home, waiting for me! After I got back home and told that to Sofia, she became furious. She says Frank is jealous, that he doesn't want me to be happy. Makes sense, that rusty old shit is still alone, says he doesn't have time for committed relationship, but I know better. Sofia tells me that we should leave this place, leave Frank and this God forsaken city in the past. She tells me she loves me above anything else and I'm feeling the same. And Eve… Eve is my morning light. I agree, it's time to leave this shit hole to rot. After we made the choice, Sofia tells me, she knows these three men, that will help us to prepare our leave. Said they should be here a week from now. For some reason I'm anxious to meet them.”

Final entry, date: Today:

“Ignoring the calls from Frank. Saw him snooping around the house today. Sleazy old shit… Why he just doesn't leave me alone? Tonight's the night we leave, but Sofia seems to be very nervous for some reason. And then suddenly out of fucking nowhere she starts to scream and rant and cry, she says to me, that she's sorry, that she didn't want to end this way, that she doesn't love me anymore, that she wants to take Eve and outright leave me. Why would she say that to me? After that she says that she's dead because of me, that her daughter is dead, because of me. She starts to laugh at me, calling me a pathetic piece of slime, who hits women, who hit his own daughter. The grin on her face became wider as she tells me how the car accident mutilated her, mutilated my daughter, how torn pieces of their dead bodies burned to a crisp in a raging fire. All I could think at the moment was those horrific images, I crumbled in the corner and started crying, screaming that she's wrong. Sofia takes her things and takes my daughter. She says she's leaving. She takes the car keys. Before she leaves she says to me that there's no coming back from this and that this will haunt me till my dying breath, that past mistakes are my life now. She slams the door. That's the last I'll ever see of her or my daughter...

As I finish writing this, three obscure figures enter my house…”

As the investigators take the last diary entry, behind it there's an obscure piece of paper at the bottom of the steel box. There's only one sentence here. It reads: “You think there's an escape from this? There's no escape from this!”

Few days after the events that scared Nathan forever, he wakes up in a hospital room. He leaves the bed and walks until he stumbles upon the wall. He starts to scratch the surface of the white painted plaster. His nails soon break and the blood from his finger tips starts to paint the surface. However, the scratching noise is not heard. No one is entering the room. Nobody knows he's awake. His painful scratching stops, as he crumbles down on the ground. A cold breeze slips through the slightly opened window, the full moon blights the room with its ominous light, sharpening the man's shadow as he is lying dead on the floor. The dim moonshine lightens a crude bloody writing on the wall as it reveals his last words: “Past is my reality now...”