HORROR STORY: Man is an animal

"Man is an animal," boomed the voice of the teacher, "only difference is that he more intelligent than others."

The school bell rang. Joe was thankful the class was over. All this talk of man being an animal was scary. He longed to be home with his elder sister, mom and dad.

It had been drizzling continuously since the last three days. It was a dark, gloomy day and Joe hated that. He dozed off as the school bus trundled off.

"Hey wake up, ass-hole," the voice of the school bully Jim woke Joe up. He looked up at Jim and nearly fell off the bus seat.

The voice was Jim's. The body was Jim's. But the head on the body was of a hyena! Joe said nothing and kept looking at the thing. The hyena snarled and slapped Joe once and went off. Joe said nothing. He had never protested before too. He was too soft. His sister and dad always said so.

Joe took a deep breath and looked at the school bus driver. He had a pig's head. The pig snorted and kept driving.

Joe quickly got off the bus and started running towards his home. He longed to tell his mom, dad and sister about what he had seen.

he rang the bell. The door open and he saw his jeans-clad slim-figured sister at the door. Only she had the head of a beautiful horse.

The horse neighed and said, "what's the matter? You look scared."

"Nothing," Joe managed to mumble and rushed towards the kitchen. As he passed the living-room he saw his father sitting and watching the football match on the telly.

"You home?," growled his father. He had a lion's head.

Joe urinated in his pants as he rushed to his mother in the kitchen.

"Hello dear. Want something to eat," said his sweet mother. Or rather baaed. She had a sheep's head.

Joe ran to his room and started washing his face. It felt hot.

The warm water felt good. He sighed in relief and looked into the mirror. A rabbit stared back at him.

HORROR STORY: The girl at Yeblanska

They had been marching for weeks now. There had been fighting but the German war machine had smothered the Russian defences and they had fallen back in panic. The Russians were not prepared for something like this.

Karl felt good. The rapid German advance had gladdened his heart. He believed in the superiority of Germans. Fuehrer had said that; and that was good enough for him.

These thoughts passed his mind as he trudged on. The tanks had moved in first. Soldiers like Karl were coming from behind.

It was some five weeks since he had seen his wife last and he felt a bit dull. He had not had sex since a long time. His yearning was great. Karl was keeping his eyes open for any women that came his way. He wanted a woman. And fast!

He would try to talk the Russian woman into bed, if possible. Otherwise he would rape her. After all they were the winning warriors. His superiors had looked the other way when he had raped three French women.

After a while the platoon stopped for rest. Karl wandered off a bit. Only the company of men was getting on his nerves. He had no wish to turn into a homosexual.

As he strolled off into the woods, he saw a cottage in the distance. He sauntered over. May be get some hot food, even if it was Russian, he told himself.

From a distance he saw a blonde woman standing at the door. Karl's steps quickened. He was feeling hot between the legs. He was willing to shoot the husband or brother or whoever were there if they resisted.

He wanted a woman badly.

He grinned broadly as he neared the cottage. The woman was young, slim and smiling. Karl's smile widened when he saw all this.

"Wasser", he said and made a gesture of drinking water.

The woman smiled and turned into the house. Karl quickly followed her and closed the door. He was in a hurry. He grabbed the girl and threw her on the floor and fell on her. He started kissing her. He was feeling good.

The girl giggled as he kissed her on the lips. Karl then darted his tongue into her mouth.

A moment later he was screaming in pain. The girl had bitten off his tongue.

Karl was mad with pain. And anger. He was a tough soldier. He took his pistol out of his holster. He was going to kill the girl before he would rush back to his comrades for medical help.

He turned and froze. Instead of the pretty girl stood a monster. Flesh was falling off her body. The girl was the same. The face was the same. But it looked hideous now.

The creature smiled wickedly and jumped on Karl. It bit off his nose and giggled. It then bit off his ear and broke into a cackle. Before Karl fainted in pain, he felt the 'girl' eating the entrails of his abdomen.

Karl's last screams were not heard by anybody.

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Weeks had passed. Another platoon of German soldiers were passing by. One of the soldiers noticed a hut in the distance and a blonde girl standing at the door.

"Forget the idea," the Russian collaborator told him. " This place is not good. There stories about it."

The German soldier laughed derisively and started walking towards the cottage. He had not a woman for a long time.