5 Minute Horror Story – The Infected Insects – First Short Story From 2020 Book Four

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t keep yourself locked away like a prisoner, you should be flaunting yourself to the world around you like the hot little number you are,” Silas hisses through his clenched teeth, a broad intimidating smile across his face.

Samantha smiles nervously, her hand desperately trying to grip the wall behind her. “M-M-My Daddy taught me to un-und-understand that j-j-just because you have something, you shouldn’t make others who don’t jealous.”

Silas laughs loudly, “Your Daddy sounds like a weak fucking pussy!”

“My Daddy is a far greater man you could ever wish to be!”

The smile drops from Silas’s face and he is upon her in a blur of madness, his hands around her throat. “IF YOUR DADDY IS SUCH A HERO TO THE PEOPLE, WHY AIN’T HE HERE PROTECTING HIS LITTLE BABY GIRL, INSTEAD OF HIDING LIKE THE PUSSY HE IS.”

She looks over his shoulder, at the other three men who follow Silas around like poorly drawn shadows, then back to Silas. “Daddy was killed a long time ago, and I never said he was a hero, I just said he was far greater than you could ever be,” she says coldly, staring deeply into his eyes.

He chuckles loudly, “Well sweetheart, from where I’m standing, your Daddy ain’t nothing but a cum stain on my pants. So why don’t you just turn around and let me and my boys take turns inside that perky little arse!” He says as his other hand grips her buttocks and pulls her against him, so she can feel his hard penis pressing against her.

“Do you know how to count?” She asks.

He stares at her in momentarily confusion before he laughs softly. “What the fuck does counting have to do with anything right now honey? Unless you want me to count out loud as I thrust myself into you before I spill my nut!” He says with a cackle of laughter.

She smiles wryly, “I’m not talking about counting to five, I’m talking about real counting, double figures and shit. Can you do that?”

The smile fades from his face, and he tightens his grip around her throat. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT GIRL?”

“I’m not playing,” She says calmly as she swallows a mouthful of air with some effort.

He smiles nervously, “You b-b-better not be bitch, because I ain’t anyone you should mess with. Shit girl, I’m probably the one who killed your dear old Daddy!” He says, motioning to the others, and they all break out in awkward laughter.

“Daddy would’ve eaten you for breakfast,” She sneers.


She smiles faintly, “Judas brought forth an ending, wiping the world clean with a disease, and when man still stood
on the walls of Jericho, he sent a child to do his bidding.”

Silas takes a step back, still holding onto her by the throat tightly, as his brow furrows, and his lips tremble. “W-W-What the f-f-fuck are you on about?” He stammers nervously.

The smile grows upon her face, and she winks at him. “The end times Silas, the field being relieved of those that need not be part of the greater good. Just like Daddy, you must be accountable,” She says as her eyes light up, and she lets out a high-pitched noise. Before anyone can make a manoeuvre, she explodes in a massive ball of fire, taking all four men with her.

In a small room some distance away Samantha sits up as lights flicker to life, and several television monitors that sits stacked on the desk in front of her switch on.

“Welcome back online Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, how may I be of assistance?” A computerised voice asks.

“Computer, please confirm current status of Silas Dakobe?”

Several seconds pass before the computer responds. “Silas Dakobe is deceased, as is Victor Salshut, Cory Graves and David Hunt, known associates of Mister Dakobe.”

“What’s the final result? How much did I earn?”

“I am sorry Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, but you have failed to earn any rewards from these targets but have instead earned a fine for reckless destruction of military property.”


“I am sorry Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, but Silas Dakobe, Victor Salshut, Cory Graves and David Hunt, all tested positive to the infection, and as such, were doomed to suffer a more fitting fate than the one you have now given them.”


Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Four to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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