The Nocturners

I hate clocks, always have, They're everywhere marking time as it passes. Two arms and two halves, Woe betide he who time's laws trespasses. I hate clocks, always will, Reminding me of how little time is left. With its ticks and tocks so eerily shrill, The transience of life I never forget. One day when I was in the hillside, Living life like time had stopped. I saw a house and peered inside, And the madness I saw can not be topped. Clocks on every wall, Clocks with bells and clocks with doors. Clocks big and clocks small, Clocks that made my weary eyes sore. I realized time had not stood still, The clocks made it eerily clear. My hope and joy time sought to kill, As it has done year to year. I ran face first into a wall, Hoping to conquer time and end my misery. All went black as I began to fall, At least there's no time in eternity.

I woke up with a tumultuous headache, As I have for many nights now. I got off the bed and felt the earth shake, As a hole ripped up the ground. I ran outside looking for my family, To render what help I could. With hope that I'd find them asleep happily, And then call to be rescued. A helicopter came and waited outside, We only had to jump and hold on to dear life. Safe in the warmth embrace of the sky, We would escape and in the calm air fly. They all fell. All except me I held on to the copter now in safety. I looked down and saw their bodies, Mangled in a pile of debris I love playing make believe, It gives me so much life. Vigour and energy, I wallow in delight. I pushed them down the stairwell, But not in terms so plain. From heaven's gate they fell, Into hell's deepest drains.

The new baby was causing a lot of pain to Violet. The pregnancy would have been even more unbearable if not for her great daughter. 8 years old and she already cooked all the meals in the house, cleans up after her mother and even takes care of her. No doubt, this girl loves her mother, but no matter what she did , her mother was always in constant pain. Whenever she asked why, her mother would just say that it's her baby brother. One Saturday Night, at around 10:30 pm, she woke up to the sounds of the her mother's cries of pain. She sighed as she walked to the medicine cabinet and brought out her mom's pain medication. Normally, her mom would take 2 pills,but the girl decided to take it up a little. She brought out seven pills. She diluted 5 in the orange juice her mother would drink and went to give her mother the medication. She watched in anticipation as her mom took the 2 pills with the orange juice. If she tasted anything wrong with the orange juice, she didn'

Tambry needed some help with the new baby, so she hired the girl. The girl was perfect, she could cook, clean and was perfect in handling the child. Sometime later, the baby began to refuse to eat and had to be fed through a funnel, so the baby food would be mixed with milk and poured slowly through the funnel. One particularly frustrating evening, as the girl was deep frying chicken in a big pot, the baby started to cry. The girl was already heating up the baby food in a pot. The girl walked over to the baby and picked her up. And then walked to the deep frying chicken. She thought to her self "I could just drop it in and run away" she came very close to doing it as the timer went off, she looked at the other pot with the baby food on the cooker and she put the baby back in the cot. She sighed. The baby food seemed warm enough. Then the baby started crying again. She got the funnel and put it in the baby's mouth. Then she went to the cooker and got the pot. She lo

She was an historian. The middle ages always fascinated her. She read all about it, her best part was the torture. The methods of torture were beautiful and but no one ever seemed to accurately describe how it felt. She wanted to perfect the methods. She got her chance. She was called to 7 year old Steven. His parents were going on a date. On the way there she bought what she needed. It didn't cost much. When she got there, his parents were already gone. She decided to start immediately. He was in the living room watching TV. He didn't even notice her take 2 end tables upstairs. 5 minutes later, she called for him upstairs. As he stepped into the bathroom, his face was covered with a handkerchief doused in chloroform. He was out in five seconds. She tied him to the end tables in the bathtub. He woke up to her pretty face staring at him. "Just tell me how it feels" she said smiling as she took the knife out of her bag and made a small cut on his shoulder. "D

He loved his dog. It was his best friend. The dog loved him too. The dog loved their daily walks, always to the food store, but on day they took a different route and it was confused. He looked at his dog and said "I love you" as they got to a dark alley. He carried the dog and laid it on the ground he brought out the blade as he looked into its big sad eyes and made the vertical incision down its throat. He didn't make it too deep. He loved to watch it struggle. As it thrashed around, it still looked at him with those big round eyes. He held down its head and stabbed out the stupid brown eyes. He made a mental note to do that first when he was doing the real thing. He waited until it got weak, then he extended the incision down to the lower abdomen. "The real one won't be this strong" He told himself. When the thrashing stopped,he carefully carried its body and dropped it into the dumpster. He seemed unfazed as he changed his clothes and took a shower at

A man walks into a house. He sees 2 babies in different cots - one blue and one pink. The man's arrival seems to have woken one of the babies as it is now crying at the top of it lungs, but no one else in the house responds. It seems like the parents of the babies are not in the house. There is no evidence to suggest that this man has encountered this family before, but he goes on to carry the crying baby. He holds the baby with so much care, it could be his own. His face remains expressionless as he lays the baby down into an industrial blender on the ground in the store room. It is unclear why this family has an industrial blender in their house, but the man doesn't seem to mind. He turns it on. The piercing wails of the innocent infant he just sentenced to an untimely death does not seem to faze him, and if it does, he doesn't show it. He goes to the kitchen for 2 minutes and comes back with a cup of coffee - decaf. He turns off the blender and looks inside to see a

The room lit up revealing 5 bodies. They each wake up and scream at each other for they all look the same. As if they were clones. Each one of them had separate memories very different from each other. Before they could speak, the light at the only window in the chamber turned on revealing a human figure. This scared them - or themselves. The figure stepped closer until his face was revealed. He was them. He looked exactly like them but was wearing a labcoat. Now they were really confused and terrified. At his side where a plethora of buttons all designed to cause as much pain and torture to its victims as possible. They suddenly realized there was no escape. He pushed different buttons, inflicting different kinds of pain to himselves. They begged for him to stop. His facial expression remained dead. They all fell down spewing phenomenal amounts of blood. Why they weren't already dead, they did not know. Their eyeballs forcefully plucked out and force fed to them. Their skins car

Matthew put on the TV to get his mind off things. His mother recently died in a fiery car crash. On air was a show about people walking on hot coal. This seemed to offend him. He changed the channel hoping for something more empathizing. He was greeted by a food show host talking about grilled chicken and saying "The burnt ones taste better". Matthew couldn't help but smile and cry slowly. He always had a love for fire and hot things. When he was younger he'd set things on fire just to see their reactions. He had even lit up an ant arm and laughed heavily when the ants ran around in circles while on fire. If there were symptoms of Pyrophilia, Matthew was showing them. Matthew almost set his house on fire on several occasions. His dad issued a warrant on him, he wasn't allowed to go near anything flammable. He even nearly burnt his psychiatrist's office. Things were getting bad. Matthew began walking around the entire city in no coherent pattern. People be

As Melinda put on the shower, the water slowly turned red. She gasped and got out of the bathroom. She went to get a drink of water from the sink and the water also turned red. Now Melinda was very worried and scared. She picked up her phone and had seen a missed call from her therapist, she dismissed it and proceeded to call the plumber. He arrived and she told him the entire ordeal. He said the pipes might have some issues. They then proceeded to the tank where the water was stored. The plumber moved to take a look into the tank and gasped with fear. Suddenly and without warning, he was beaten to a pulp, his head smashed, and thrown into the tank landing on top of another body. Melinda looked in the tank and said - "So that's why it's red, I really should stop forgetting where I dump bodies"

Brandon was a very socially introverted person. The only friend he had was his mother. She was always there for him through thick and thin. He shared his deepest and weirdest secrets with her. Some weirder than usual. Brandon and his mom were so close that if she was younger, you'd have mistaken them for a couple. She knew her son wasn't mentally stable and wanted to help. His dad was aware of that. Everytime Brandon saw his mom and dad together he seemed to smile and look happy. It appeared he was showing progress. He even befriended the mailman. One morning, Brandon was eating breakfast - feeling better than usual. His mom noticed that and asked what happened, he said "today's a big day for me!". She didn't understand but felt happy for Brandon as he went off to school. His mom couldn't help but worry about Brandon. Then suddenly, she heard all the doors locking and gasoline being poured into the house. Brandon's dad wasn't around that day, s