5 Minute Horror Story – Things Have To Change – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

Trevor looks out over the golden hills and takes a gently sip on the warm cup of coffee that he cradles tightly in his hands. A flock of bird’s swim past in the bright blue sky, singing a song that you would believe was recorded in a studio, rather than being constructed before your eyes. He allows a smile to wrap itself across his puckered lips, and sighs contently as he leans back into his multicolored deck chair.
A chime calls out from within the small cottage, and he pulls himself to his feet with jovial excitement, dancing his way across the deck, and into the small open planned kitchen, where several pots boil on the stove top. He whistles contently to himself as he moves his way from one pot to the next, wafting the aromas of the pot’s contents into his face with a several waves of his hands. With a broad smile he pulls a spoon from the pocket of his jacket and scoops up a small serve that he thrusts straight into his mouth.
“Perfect!” he announces proudly as he stashes the spoon back into the pocket and grabs a towel as he pulls the door of the oven open. He leans in and takes a long deep breath in, almost stripping the flesh from the browning bird that bakes in a stew of juices, oils, and cloves. He licks his lips and pokes the flesh with a pronged fork, then shakes his head as he takes a step back and closes the door once more.
“Not yet, not yet.” he hums as he pats the sweat from his face, and dances around the room once more.
A sudden knock on a door that appears at the other end of the lounge area interrupts his dancing and brings him to a stop. For seconds he stands there, his eyes transfixed on the strange doorway, several more knocks are thrust against the door which send him jumping from the ground and staggering clumsily backwards in fright.
“TREVOR!” a voice calls out. “TREVOR, I NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!”
“W-W-W-WHO A-ARE YOU?” Trevor nervously cries. “I-I-I, I WAS T-TOLD THERE W-WOULDN’T BE A-ANY I-INTERUPPTUONS!”
“YES, YES! I KNOW THAT WAS WHAT YOU WERE TOLD, BUT THINGS HAVE CHANGED TREVOR, THINGS HAVE EVOLVED. WE TRIED CALLING YOU, SEVERAL TIMES IN FACT, BUT YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE PHONE.”
Trevor’s eyes quickly glance over to the pile of destroyed phones in the corner. “I-I-I, I NEVER HEARD THE PHONE RING!” he answers with a high-pitched cry.
“YOU DIDN’T GET OUT LETTERS?”
“N-N-NO! I-I, I NEVER GOT THOSE EITHER!” Trevor calls out, as he looks over at several stacks of letters that are tightly bound into bundles in another corner of the room.
“Well, that is unusual, isn’t it, I delivered most of the letters myself,” the figure says from behind him, causing Trevor to scream out in terror, as he scrambles away in panic.
“W-W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Trevor bellows as he holds his forms a cross with two fingers and holds them up towards the figure.
“Really? Do you think that is going to send me on my way?” the figure asks, as he looks over the crude cross and into Trevor’s petrified eyes.
“I-I-I, I don’t k-know! I-I, I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE! I-I-I, I JUST WANT TO BE B-BY MYSELF!”
The figure sighs loudly. “You and everyone else, you and everyone else.” he says as a gentle smile paints itself across his lips. “But times are a changing Trevor, the youth of today are telling us the old model has to change with the times, we have to be for everyone without exception. I know Dad was against it all, the old sod was stubborn until the end, but the end indeed did come, and now it falls on me to shape Heaven into something we can all enjoy, something we can all call home.” Jesus says proudly.

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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 thirty-one 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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